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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-18 | Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2023 09:09:35 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 18 Chapter 18 - Midnight kiss Thomas led me around the house and walked in through the back door. I followed and saw a spacious kitchen. Inside was only a small group of four men, but the party was lively by the state of noise in the next room. Thomas motioned for me to come in. His shirt was now buttoned, and he walked to that little group with a smile. They all looked at me. Great... I stepped in, not at all looking forward to being here. "Hi." A cautious but welcoming wave greeted me with the deepest voice I had ever heard. That man was a fucking behemoth! He had a bold head and a nicely groomed beard. 6'5, maybe more. His huge muscles only enhanced his size. He looked like a bodybuilder, and the black sports shirt on his chest would be in so much pain if it were a living being. It was stretched so much on his torso and bulging biceps that I was thinking, why even bother putting anything on? Just paint it, it would have the same effect. Next to him was a guy with curly red hair about 5'8. He turned around to look. I suppose he was in his late twenties maybe early thirties and he still had these boyish features. His hair was little under his chin, and he was lean except for his broad shoulders and strong arms. Wearing a button-down green shirt that matched his eyes. I must say he looked cute, even pretty. Those two were holding hands, and the height and weight difference made them look like complete opposites, underlined with the dark skin tone of that behemoth next to the pale skin of the ginger one. Thomas stopped next to another big man. Is this some club for tall, muscled bodybuilders? I realized each one of them was ripped, including Thomas. Thomas is 6'1, and this guy was like three inches taller. Bright blue eyes contrasted with his dark hair and beard. His white t-shirt also showed a big frame and pronounced muscles. Next to that one was a guy about my height with blond hair, a clean-shaven face, and brown eyes. He was shredded as well but standing between those two, he looked little. I felt like I came to some gym party. Even Thomas and the pretty boy, who wore dress shirts, looked casual. Top buttons opened, and sleeves rolled up. I have to say I felt intimidated and overdressed. I realized their talk had stopped, and they were all looking at me. Perfect... That is always a good sign... "Hi." I came over to them, standing between Thomas and that red-haired one. "This is Matt," Thomas said casually. Everyone nodded my way, and I chose to act with confidence. I don't mind meeting new people, just all this was very sudden, and neither of them felt like my "kind of people," or better yet, I felt totally out of place being here. But the fact that I had just bred Thomas gave me a slight confidence boost, so I went with it. "Matt, this is Ben," Thomas pointed at the Behemoth. "his husband Peter," Of course! Fucking ginger, pretty boy. I stared at him. "Ross and Phil." I heard him but didn't even look at which one was which. Peter and I glared like we killed each other's families but tried to play it civil. He then had the nerve to sneer at me and turn to Thomas. "What is he doing here?" "Bringing chaos into my life," Thomas grabbed a glass and handed it to me while he took one himself. "I am driving," I said calmly. "Are you?" I was confused a bit; who else would drive me? I didn't see him sitting behind the wheel in the state he was in. He wasn't drunk that he would be babbling and incoherent. I suppose he was just in the euphoria stage. I would guess he had two or three drinks. But still not okay to drive. "Yes," I said calmly. Thomas just smirked. "I think you will regret this later, but suit yourself." I put it on the counter and turned to them. "So what brings you here, Matt?" Ben asked. "I just wanted to wish Thomas a Happy New Year." "How nice of you," if look and voice could give a person poison, no one would be able to find me an antidote fast enough. "I am a very nice person if I want to be, Peter." "I am just confused since we have never heard about you before." I hated that fucking sneer on his face. He looked like I was some kind of unique bug, interesting yet still disgusting. Fuck you, pretty boy! "I, however, heard about you, pet." If I were in my twenties, I would punch him! Such arrogance, like he is better than me, and I just walked into the wrong establishment. He was seriously irking me. Ben straightened his spine and gave me a warning look. "You don't get to call him that." "If he keeps looking at me like that, he will be happy if I call him only that," I looked seriously at Ben while I stated that matter of factly. Peter looked as if I had just stepped on his foot and Ben looked amused at Peter, Thomas, and back at me while crossing his arms on that massive chest. "Careful, boy." I am not intimidated by you, big guy. I've taken down bigger in my times. I looked calmly at Thomas. I was about to ask him if we could go somewhere private when someone shouted. "30 seconds!!!" I looked that way and back at Thomas. He had this slight smirk. That cold, waiting stare of feline hunter, I knew it too well by now. He was waiting on my move, and I knew there was no way to get him away from here. We stared at each other, murmuring voices around us, music in our ears, but the only thing I saw was his face, not even two feet from me. "Ten!" "Nine!" I told him I wouldn't kiss him in front of his friends! "Eight!" It's not even important. I got to fuck him. So I can get home satisfied! "Seven!" Fucker! You've done this on purpose! "Six!" No fucking way! You can kiss my ass. "Five!" Fuck! "Four!" It doesn't matter. I am not doing this! "Three!" Fuck you! "Two!" Fuck! "One!!!" "Fuck you, you bastard!" I didn't even realize I said it out loud. Thomas smirked. I knew that smile. It was his fucking victory smile. "Happy New Year!!!" I stepped to him and grabbed him by his neck, launching on his lips. Thomas replied with the same aggression, and we made out there in the middle of some stranger's kitchen with people right next to us. When we let go of each other, I could see Peter kissing Ben. Ross with that Phil guy were standing there. Ross looked at me with a smile, and Phil was staring hungrily at Peter and Ben. Then they looked at him and pulled him between themselves, and all three started making out big time. "Happy New Year," Thomas whispered in my ear and licked it. "You not going to hunt someone?" Thomas asked Ross. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He had a kind of longing in them. "Nah, I am good." "Ross avoiding random midnight fuck?" Peter asked, amused. "And Tom brings a straight guy over and kisses him at midnight?" Ross shot back. Peter looked at Ross and glanced at me. "You are straight?" "Yes," I confidently stated. Peter now stared at me like I was a vermin. Fuck you, pretty boy! He turned to Thomas. "Did you know?" I didn't know if I should feel good for annoying him more or just reach my limit and get the fuck out, so I won't say or do something to him. "Yes," Thomas said calmly. Peter looked even worse now. "I had a great chat with his fiancé." "That is pretty much over," I said, and Thomas looked at me with a slight smile. "Since when?" "Since I got out of a party with my friends and told them I am going to kiss someone else at midnight." "She must have been thrilled." "She shouldn't have come in the first place." Thomas and I just stared at each other. "Well, this is a hell of a unique New Year!" Said Ben, towering over Peter and Phil and hugging them both. Was he British? Only now, I noticed a slight accent. Before anyone could say anything, we heard a voice calling Ross and Phil. "Don is probably looking for us," Ross told Phil. "Right. We should go to him. I will see you two later." Phil kissed Peter and Ben again. "They will come with us," Thomas said to Phil. Everyone looked at him with questioning looks. "Will we?" "I need the basement." They looked at me, and then Ben grinned at Phil. "Come over tomorrow, or better yet," he threw keys from his pocket to Phil. "Go to sleep in our room. We will join you when we're done." "Man!" Ross exclaimed. "This really is a special New year!" "What?" Phil asked him. "You have no idea what you are just holding in your hand, man!" "What?" "Who am I to spoil it for you? Come!" "Go. Enjoy the party. We will join you in a few hours." Ben said with a smirk and looked at Peter. Peter sneered at me and nodded enthusiastically to Ben. "What is going on here?" I asked Thomas, but he only took me by the hand and led me somewhere. I didn't look, but I was sure that Ben and Peter were following us. "Come." He led me to the back and opened a door. We went down the stairs, and I was utterly speechless. Yes, the dungeon is a fitting name for this place. The floor was simple hard stone, and around the room were some things I never saw, but I could guess what are they for. It had a fascinating smell here. There was also a couch and even a bed. My sight stopped at a rack with so many different things one could get spanked or beaten with that I didn't know if find it creepy or loved it immensely. There was too much of everything. It was hard to check it all out without walking around like at an exhibition. Damn! I would love to look around here! But with those two behind me, I didn't feel comfortable checking it out properly. "What is in your basement?" I leaned to Thomas's side. "I have something similar." "Why haven't I seen that?" "You were not ready." "Seriously?!" "Yes." Thomas calmly walked and opened a door in front of me. "Go in there and come out when you will be done." I quizzically looked and realized it was a massive bathroom with a wide stone shower and a bathtub in the corner. "What am I supposed to do here?" "You will find everything you need in that cabinet," Ben said behind me. "Thanks." I stepped in, and Thomas closed the door. I looked in that cabinet and found many things but what stood out the most was a couple of bottles of douche... "A-mazing..." I said through my gritted teeth, utterly unimpressed. I showered and did what needed to be done. Then I put my clothes back on but left the jacket, vest, shoes and socks off, holding them in my hand as I stepped out. Peter and Ben looked like they were in the middle of a discussion, and when they saw me, Ben turned to Thomas, who was looking over the equipment. "What do you want to do with him?" Ben asked. "I am not sure. To be honest, he was not supposed to contact me for another week." I smirked and put my things down. I walked toward Thomas, hugged him from behind, and breathed in his scent. Ben looked at me. "So, you going to punish him for disrespect?" "He can't do that. Technically I haven't broken the deal." Thomas turned in my arms to face me. "Technically, and if we count only this one." "I already paid for the previous one, fucker," I said offensively, knowing that I was crossing the line, but I wanted to put a statement out there. I am not his fucking sub! His eyes turned cold, and he smirked at me so deviously that I got excited. Fuck yeah! I love him like that. I would be scared if I wouldn't feel so cocky. "That brat needs to be put on a tight leash." I heard Ben's growl behind me. "You would not be able to sit for a week if you called me that." "Promises," I turned to him with a smile. Although I must say, seeing him react to my response made me freeze for a moment, and cold sweat emerged on my spine. I turned back to Thomas, and the way he looked closely at me gave me chills! "Thank you, Matt. I was looking for more reasons to punish you." That sadistic calmness in his tone reminded me of when he told me I never received proper punishment from him. I realized we mostly fucked hard, but I suppose there is more to that is there. Should I be worried? Peter watched Thomas, and his look said it all. He was shocked, and he hated my guts! Good. This alone gave me enough satisfaction. "Stay here," Thomas told me and went to the couch, sitting on it. For Peter, only one look from Ben was enough to understand. He smiled, lowered his head, and put his hands behind his back. "How cute, puppy, stay," I murmured silently when Ben was on the couch. Peter obviously heard that as he looked at me with the corners of his eyes, but I just grinned at him. "Take off the shirt." Since Ben was giving that order, Peter raised his head and started unbuttoning his shirt with slow sensual movements. I looked at him and tried not to cringe. It was appealing, and I would probably be into that, but his presence just irritated me. I looked at Thomas, and he was watching him. What is this bullshit? Thomas looked at me, and I raised one eyebrow. He smiled at me. I started thinking for a bit. I grabbed both sides of my shirt firmly, between the buttons, right in the middle on my custom-tailored dress shirt. Then, I put all my strength into my arms and pulled it roughly, ripping it off on my chest. Ben and Peter turned to me, hearing the sound of tearing fabric and flying buttons. They watched me, shocked. It took me three hard pulls to rip it fully open, but seeing Thomas part his lips involuntarily was worth every single shirt I own! Thomas looked at me, his eyes burning, and I stared back at him. I pulled out cufflinks and put them in the pants pocket. Then I shook the fabric off my shoulders. Thomas straightened on the couch, and I crumbled the shirt into a ball and threw it at him with a smirk. I heard movement from Peter, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of looking. What I wanted was Thomas's stare until that pretty boy's peep show was over! "Belt." I heard Ben. His voice sounded entertained. Peter pulled slowly on his belt, lowered himself on all four, put the belt in his mouth, and crawled under Ben's legs. I rolled my eyes. What the heck is this? Some subs contest? No way I will do this in front of that pretty boy. He obeyed every whim of that man and was still tossed away. I waited till Ben kissed Peter's mouth, praised him, and took the belt. He put it around Peter's neck and pulled. He kissed him again and told him to sit. Then I pulled my belt out and, holding it in my hand, walked towards Thomas. Standing above him, I stared into those night-sky eyes that observed me. "Give me your hand, Thomas." "Kneel." With a warm smile, I spread his legs and kneeled slowly between them. "Your hand, Thomas," I purred in front of him. He gave his hand into mine. I kissed his palm and put the buckle on it. Then I wrapped the rest of the belt around it. I looked him in the eye earnestly before kissing each finger. Thomas smiled. "Good boy." I smiled widely before he put his lips to mine, and we kissed. "What now?" I asked him after he let go of me. Thomas slowly unrolled the belt, folded it in half, and then brushed the leather on my face. Tingling feelings of excitement and fear crossed me, and I just knelt there waiting, and my body started shaking. He touched my mouth with the belt... "Kiss it." I did... Neck, I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself, and then I looked at him silently. Shoulders... I felt the leather traveling on my body, and I knew how much I yearned and despised it. Chest... My nipples hardened upon the touch of the material. Belly... I sucked in my stomach in the rush of fear. My still fully clothed dick was straining my pants. Thomas circled it with the belt. "Take them off." I stood right in front of Thomas's face and opened my pants while looking at him. Then I turned around and bent while staring at Peter. Finally, I pulled them down with my briefs, stepped from them, and turned back to Thomas. His eyes were dark! I could see his cock was hard and tenting his pants. He brushed my legs slowly with the curve of the belt. "Come here, boy." I heard a deep caring voice. I looked, and Peter had pure hate in his eyes. Ben took him in his arms and made him look at him. Peter straddled Ben's hips, and Ben unbuttoned his pants and took them off while kissing his belly. Thank you, master." Peter looked a bit calmer now. I returned my attention to Thomas, and we stared at one another. Then I felt the leather on my thighs. "Do you remember your safe word?" "Yes." "Do you want to continue?" "Fuck, Thomas! I can't think clearly when you look at me like that!" "Answer me, Matt." "I don't want them to be here." "Then you should leave now." "Why?" "Because I am on my last resolve to hold back." "Fuck!" I whispered more for myself than anyone else. I was starting to shake from how much I wanted this man! "I am waiting, Matt." My dick was leaking. The belt was touching my ball sack, and I was genuinely afraid yet turned on so much! I didn't mind Ben, but that pretty boy kept giving me such irritating looks that I wanted to punch him every time. Fuck it! "Lady," I said, my voice laced with lust. Thomas closed his eyes and breathed out. Then, he stood right before me and kissed me while holding my neck. "Good boy." "Step back." He pushed slightly, holding me by the throat. "Spread your hands and legs." I took a wider stance and felt the belt traveling around my legs and butt as Thomas circled me. "I will now hit every part of your body. You will thank me every time. Is that clear?" I breathed in and out. Every single one? Fuck... I was excited beyond measure from the fear of the unknown. "Yes." He stopped before me. "Do you wish to start from the top," he put the belt on my face. "Or the bottom?" he traveled lower, not forgetting to brush my cock and balls with it. I watched my precum stick to it slightly, and a small rope stretched following it. "Top." He slapped me with it across the face. It wasn't as painful as it could be, but it stung. My hands immediately closed in fists, and I fought hard the urge to punch him, straddle him and keep beating him until someone would pull me away from him. I breathed heavily and realized Thomas is watching me closely with immense care in his eyes. As if he knew! I looked at him and remained silent, defiant, at the absolute edge. "Fight it, Matt," he whispered, and I got lost in those blue eyes. I relaxed my fists and my jaw. I didn't even know how hard I was gritting my teeth. "I am going to do it again from the other side." "Don't," I whispered. He stood there for a moment, looking at me. "You can do it, Matt." "Then tie me down." "No," his look was caring yet resolute. I realized that Ben pushed Peter down on the floor further from me and straightened on the couch. He looked very vigilant and watched me with an intense stare. I suppose if I snapped, he could jump on me. I nodded. Thomas waited, and then he slapped me again! This time my face turned from the impact, and I roared into the room. I looked at Thomas like a wild beast. I was shaking, and the only thing between me ramming on him and slamming him against the ground was his look. That fucking feline stare. Menacing, severe yet relaxed, and sure. The sharp sting echoed through my whole body. My mind started to drift, and I felt my heart pound so hard that I couldn't breathe for a moment. I looked at Thomas, trying to make him understand that he is reaching my limit. He came closer and licked the place he had hit. I shuddered and looked at him. "Breathe, baby." I did. It took me a few long moments, but I did it. He came closer and kissed me, holding me by the neck. "Good boy." I purred into his mouth, immediately feeling myself calming down. "You were going to say something." Thomas patiently waited for me to calm down. "Thank you." I breathed out, realizing with relief that I hadn't hit anyone. He put a hand on the back of my head and kissed me deeply. "Good boy. I am proud of you." I blinked, utterly stunned. He smiled and turned around. He put the belt down and walked to the rack with whips and canes. "Come over here, Matt." It took me a moment to make my legs move, but I did. "Choose." So, it's not over... I guess I should still be grateful. "Every part of my body?" "Yes, except face since that was done already." I nodded and looked at the collection in front of me. "This one." ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-15 | Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2023 09:10:48 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 15 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 15 - Negotiation "Natasha gets this done monthly. Why do you think I will tell you anything just cos you want to pull some of my hair out?" "First, you obviously never had anything waxed, did you? Second, it's not only about dealing with the pain. You don't have to answer aloud but think: What does your chest hair represent?" Masculinity. I love having the hair on my chest. I find it manly most of all. But I find Thomas masculine as well, and he is smooth as they can be. "Who knows, maybe you will like it. Even getting used to it, it has its perks. I had a slave who eventually begged me for it. So proud at first, so spiteful, so masculine. Ginger. I loved his fur. It was special. You don't see that every day, not with a body like he had. It wasn't the most important thing, but I must admit it wasn't the same for me without it." Thomas stared at that wax as he was saying that nostalgically. "What happened to him?" "We split. He now has a great Master. They are married and even have a daughter. They seem happy. He still waxes to this day, though. Well, I suppose his Master does the honors." "How do you know that?" "He kept swimming even after we broke up. I see him often. We go to the same pool. Some habits are hard to break." "Are you jealous?" Thomas laughed. "No, I am not possessive, Matt. I see he is happy, and I am glad about that. I was the one who decided it was over, and it was years ago." "Then why are you telling me about him?" "Now you sound a bit concerned," he smirked at me. "The reason is that I haven't waxed anyone since. You laying here like that just reminded me of him." "Why haven't you?" "I love my man masculine. I want to be with a man. I want to see him as one. And I love the feeling of that hair on my skin. Honestly said, I was worried that the same thing that happened to Peter might happen to others." I thought about it. It's not like I thought I would lose something. Just the idea of having it done like this felt... emasculating... I didn't like that one bit. If he loves guys with chest hair, why does he want to wax them off me? Is he trying somehow to like me less? "Yet you don't worry that it will happen to me?" "Part of me hopes it will," he gave me a severe look, "but that's not that simple. You will see. Mind is such a complex marvel." "Are you trying to drive me away, Thomas?" "Yes." "And you are trying to make me less desirable for you, am I right?" "In a way. But I also want to see you suffer and realize that's what being with me is." "Do you seriously think I will be less masculine if I won't have chest hair?" "It's not only about not having them, Matt. It's about having them taken away against your will. It's about your self-image. Because, when you will look into the mirror, with me fucking your ass raw, holding you by the throat and making you beg me for my cum. Trust me, slut. When you see yourself like that, spread for me like a hungry whore. Then you will know if that means something to you." he ran with his fingers over my chest with a longing look and a slight smile. He looked at me seriously. "You can always use the safe word." "No." Why the fuck was this making me so damn hot? "What is his name?" "Fuck you." He smirked and steered it. "It's ready. You have more than enough time to decide. This will take a little while to take all of it off." He sat on my pelvis with each leg at my side. "Tell me, Matt. You did know I would rip this on you, didn't you?" "Yeah," I breathed shallowly, not wanting this and anxiously trying to find a way to stop him. "Good, I suppose you can make another appointment for him when you are now buying every guy you fuck a new suit. You can have a costly hobby like this. "Don't you dare, fucker!" He ripped it open, and I shook, but not from the excitement this time, just sheer worry. He pulled the sides of the fabric away, staring at me. "That's the thing you don't get, Matt. You love pushing me, begging me to punish you, yet you don't realize that punishment is not something one should enjoy. I can give you painful pleasure as a reward, yet you keep choosing to be punished. So for once, I am determined to grant you a real one." I was feverishly trying to find a way to stop this! There is no way Natasha won't notice that. "Counter offer!" "What?" "I want to give you a counteroffer!" "I am listening." "You will not wax anything! We will meet in January instead of February. Seventh. Yes, January seventh that's a month from now. And in return, I will tell you everything." "You will tell me everything eventually, Matt." "And how can you be sure I will tell you the truth?" "Do not play with me, slut!" he growled. "Look, I know you care! I can see that. You like me! Yeah, I know, I am sorry I am not like that, but I still care about this!" "Your chest hair?" "No! Fuck that! I mean what we have, whatever that is." "Right. Still, you will tell me what happened." "I will if you let me lose now. Fuck me as we did over the weekend, and you let me see you in January. I will tell you everything." "What if I don't agree, Matt?" "Then I will endure this all! And you fucking know I will. And I will make up the most believable story you could ever hear, taunting you each time with it. You will never know what the truth is!" "I am not playing this game, slut." he was angry. Good, I could see he cares! "Then agree to let me go. Let me see you in a month, and I will tell you what happened." "How can I know you will tell the truth this time?" "I can prove it to you! I will prove it to you. I will just need my phone." He looked angry, yet he was considering that. "You can choose. Either I will wax your chest and all from the waist down, then agree to meet you in a month, or I will not wax anything, but I will see you in three." "Why legs also?" "Cos I want to. Chest only is not that big punishment on its own" "How long does it takes to grow back?" "Depends on how fast your hair grows. About that month." "Do I get to fuck with you either way?" His lips curved involuntarily up. That was so satisfying. "Yes." "Then go on with it fucker, but I want your dick in me as you will do it." I saw him take a sharp breath. He wanted that as well. "So, I will take all of this off," he combed through the hair on my chest, "while I fuck you. And you will answer me truthfully on anything." "Yes." "Then I will wax your sore hole, butt, and legs." "Then you better fucking take me in front of that mirror!" "Fuck, Matt, you are the worst thing that could happen to me." "I take that as a compliment." "I am not sure if you should." "And then I will come here January seventh." "Why seventh?" "I will have a birthday." "You want to spend your birthday with me?" "Well, yeah." I definitely don't want to spend it alone with blue balls. "You are the most confusing person I've ever met, Matt." "Thanks?" The corners of his mouth shot up in a grin, and he just shook his head. Is he still angry? He didn't seem so now. "Thomas?" "Yes?" "Please, kiss me." I purred, knowing how much it trills him to hear me like that. Yes, I was well aware that he liked me. Hell, it was hot, knowing that, despite him being a man. He was one spectacle of a man. He leaned closer, and his lips were just above mine. I don't know why, but I craved them so much! I love feeling his tongue in my mouth. Kissing him could be so demanding and satisfying. I raised my head toward him, and that prick moved away again. I growled in hopelessness. "No." He instead went to my chest and scratched it with his fingers lightly. He licked my neck and brushed his face in my fur. "What are you doing, Thomas?" "Hush, boy." I just watched him. He was now nearly adorable. As if he was giving them goodbye. I realized that some of that tension between us had disappeared. I thought it would be less hot like that, but as if something else replaced it. It was calming and warm. I wanted to kiss him now even more. "Thomas, please." He looked at me. "Very well, Matt. I agree. Seventh." I smiled. "Seal it with a kiss?" it's weird trying to be cute. It's much easier to be demanding and rough. But I wanted him so bad now. He smirked but leaned to me and kissed me with such a slow, tingling kiss that I pulled the ropes on my wrists in desperate need to hold him. We kissed for a little while, and my dick was hard, pressing on the clothes between us. How much I wanted to be with him now. What is happening to me? I came here to be hurt, drawn in pain and pleasure, yet I am here yearning to be kissed by him and hold him close... He let go of me and stood up. "Where are you going?" "I am going to prep your skin." "You don't need to do this, you know? I know you like them too." "Matt, I am a man of my word. It's going off." "No... Fuck!" Now that I saw it was really happening, I started to get frustrated. As if I was hoping the whole time that I could somehow change his mind. Fuck! But there is no way I will be celibate for three months instead. Was so frightening the not cumming part? Or me imagining that I won't see him for three months? The mere knowledge that I knew the answer was confusing me... Why...? I looked at his hands, veins traveling them, his solid muscular chest as he was bending over me, wiping my chest with something. I looked at his neck, the hot vein I loved so much, his angular jaw and dark blue eyes concentrating. He was beautiful. "How can a man be so beautiful and masculine at the same time?" He looked at me. Did I say that out loud? Damn! What's happening to me? I turned away, flustered. I must have been beetroot red. My face was burning. I suppose he finished after a while as he moved to my legs, untying them and spreading them with his knees. I looked up, and he was on all fours above me. Watching me closely. We just stared at each other for a moment, silent. There was no aggression to him now. I should be missing it. Why don't I? Is just the thought of having my chest waxed making me softer? Bullshit! That's the silliest thing I could think of, yet part of me was worried. Something is definitely happening here, and it was scaring the shit out of me. I don't want to be like this! "Get on with it, pretty boy," I chose to act mad--anything than this weird softness. He frowned a little and then smirked. "As you wish, slut." Thomas opened my pants and roughly took them off, leaving me in those Brandon's briefs. "Classy. I must say I like his style," he said with a weird smirk. He took the hem of the shirt in his hand, examining it. "Seems expensive." "I don't suppose it's cheap," "So, you shoot high. Good to know. I suppose if I ever lend you to someone, I will go for some truck driver or something like that." "You will never lend me to anyone. You are bluffing." He just smirked at me. I don't know if he just tried to make me worried or if he meant it. Hell, I didn't even know how I felt about something like that. But my thoughts disappeared in my scream as I felt him raise my legs and rip the briefs on me. "Fuck!" I wasn't expecting that. My dick shot up, and a precum oozed on that torn cotton. He ripped one huge hole, exposing my whole butt, letting just parts hang around my thighs, and that prick left my dick covered. "Keep those legs up like that," he put my legs in the most uncomfortable position, spread wide up in the air. I could hold it for some time but not long without support. "Like this?" "Yes" "For how long?" "The longer you can make it, the more prepped you will be for my dick," he grinned as he dived into my crack. "Fuck!" I screamed out of pleasure and frustration. I felt his tongue licking my hole, and ecstasy ran through me, yet my legs started shaking. I moved them slightly. He looked at them but continued. I moaned and tried to enjoy it the most, but those fucking legs up like this were distracting. I tried my best, spending a couple of good minutes like that, feeling his moist tongue inside me. Then I moved them a little as they started shaking. He stopped and moved them into the correct position again. "Last warning." "Fuck!" He sucked on my hole, licked it, and spit on it, putting a finger inside. I tried with everything in me. My thighs were shaking as he pressed a second finger in and rubbed my prostate. I couldn't stand it anymore. I screamed and moved them. He stopped and raised himself on his knees. "I must say, you lasted longer than I anticipated." He leaned toward me. "Good boy," and kissed me softly. I just moaned into his mouth, pressing my covered dick to his. Thomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his majestic cock. "Want to suck it?" "Fuck! Yes, please!" He smirked and sat on my chest, putting his dick in my mouth. He held my head hard as he started pounding my throat without a thought about me gagging or gasping for air. My dick was leaking so much that I thought I could come with a single stroke. He pulled out and slapped me. "Good boy," He kissed me again and went between my legs. He took a condom and put that on, pressing his dick at my crack. He tilted and grabbed that stick he steered the wax with. Then as if he got an idea, he asked. "Was that washed before you put it on?" "Yeah." "Good." He stood up and came with scissors. "What are you doing?" "Why should I use my strips when I have here such high-quality cotton?" "What?" Bran will kill me! I hope this wasn't his favorite shirt. Hell, I already need to buy him one anyway, but coming over with a shirt ripped in front with some buttons missing is different from coming with torn patches of fabric... Fuck it. So he will laugh at me more. I don't think it would be worse than him seeing my chest hairless. Thomas systematically cut a rectangular strip out of one side. He smeared wax on the far side of my right pec and covered it with the stip. He looked deeply into my eyes and pushed the dick-head in. I moaned in anticipation and pleasure. "What is his name." I looked at him. "Bra..aaaaDon!!! Fuuuck you, fucking dick!" That sadistic fuck just rammed full speed his whole pole into me just as he ripped part of my chest off. Yes! That's what it felt like! Fuck! The pain from everything was overwhelming. He pulled out, letting just his head in again. No! He cut another strip slowly. Put wax on hair next to that red mark the first one left and covered it again with a piece of Brandon's shirt. Fuck! No!! "I am sorry I didn't quite catch that. Repeat it." I looked at him with a blend of anger and worry. The surprise was nasty, but knowing now what was awaiting me was worse for some reason. He raised his eyebrow suggestively, urging me to answer. "So, again. What is his name?" he sounded nearly sweet. Devil! I took a deep breath bracing for the next blow. "Brandon! Fuuuck!" he ripped it again, bottoming into my poor hole, and repeated the process. No... "Surname." I breathed heavily, watching him. I feared this man. I genuinely loved fearing him. "Watts!" I groaned in pain. "Age." Why the fuck is he starting with such trivial questions? This way, he will ask a hundred of them till he finishes. Fuck! Is that his plan, this slow death? I looked at my chest, Fuck! There is a lot to do more... I am doomed. This is so painful. The worst was there wasn't any thrill in it for me. I could see he was enjoying it somehow, but for me, it was just as he described it -- a punishment. "I asked you a question, slut. Do you know his age?" I nodded "Then tell me." "Thirty-six..." I said through my teeth, breathing deeply as he rammed in. Another patch. And his dick pulled out again. This was hell. My hole was getting slowly used to it, but still, it hurt a lot, and my chest burned. "Color of his eyes?" "Seriouuuuusly?" he ripped it again! Why?! "Fucker!!" "Tsk tsk tsk. You could have saved yourself that." "Fucking sadist!" Thomas just smirked, applying more wax and pulling out. "So? I am ready. You can tell me." Ready, my ass! "Blue!" Ouch... I only moaned at this point. Is he trying to make me hate him? Fucker! He can be cruel. His eyes got this strange glow when he heard that, was that bad or good? "Hair?" For fuck's sake, we will be here for days like this! "Blond!" I roared, getting used to it all. He is patient; I give him that. There was maybe fabric for one or two strips to be cut from this side if he won't start cutting the sleeves. He cut one and repeated that torture. I breathed heavily, looking at his smirking face and my raw red chest. "Height?" I was pretty much expecting this now. As well as the never-ending repetition of pulling his dick out and waxing the next part. "6'2" "Build?" "Muscled." "He also wears glasses, and he is funny as hell!" I barked defiantly at him. While he was making another strip ready. I saw his eyes darken at my attitude. "Occupation?" Before I could even catch a breath for an answer, he ripped it off and rammed into me harder than before. "Fuuck! I didn't answer yet!" "My bad, I got ahead of myself." "Owner of start-ups, he then sells them and starts a new one," I replied before he could cut out a new strip. It was bizarre talking about Brandon like this. "Marital status?" "Should I wait for your dick? You are messing up your tempo!" He stood up and returned with clamps. "No! Fucker, no!" I wiggled and pulled on the ropes in frustration and fear. "I think you are not taking this seriously enough, slut." Fuck! I hate clamps! I should maybe move them to my limits! Fuck, those hurt! "Now. Marital status." I was genuinely afraid now. I knew very well how moving those felt. I didn't want to imagine how pulling the skin next to them would feel. Why did I want to tease him again? Dumb-dumb idiot! He held the strip and waited. I took a few sharp breaths getting through the fear. "Divo... fuuuck!" "Divorced!" I roared. One side of the shirt was missing now. All that was left was a thin strip with a few buttons and a part on top connecting it with the sleeve. "Right." He pulled the second side, cut another strap from it, and repeated the process. "How did you meet him?" "On the street! Fuck! Take those clamps off, please!" "On the street?" he repeated with a questioning look, deep in my hole. I squeezed his cock in me, trying to calm down. "Yeah, when we were twelve. He is my best friend." He frowned a little but continued cutting the shirt and applying the wax. I felt his cock throb in me. Yet he was ever so patient. Thomas pulled out again, leaving in just the head. "Who fucked who?" "Hell! No one!" He looked at me, frowning. Finally! Slowly he cut another part and held it ready. "Did you do anything sexual together?" "No!" he didn't pull this time, didn't trust in. He just watched me seriously. The shock from not feeling the expected pain felt weird. "You didn't sleep with him? Yet you made me believe you did?" "Yeah." "Why?" he didn't move. Thomas stayed completely still with a severe look in his eyes. "I just didn't correct you when you assumed, and you asked about the shirt, so I answered" "Why?" he growled as if he knew the answer. "I wanted to make you angry." He ripped it without warning and pulled his dick out completely. "Fuuck!" "Are you telling the truth?" "Yes," a sting of guilt ran through me. There was still Damien. He put his arms on the sides of me and leaned close. "What are you not telling me?" "Don't you want to fuck it out of me?" "I lost the appetite." Damn... that hurt for some reason. I turned, feeling bad. I felt his hand on my chin, and he turned my face to him. "Matt. I need to be able to trust your word. I can see you holding something from me." I didn't want to say it because I felt terrible about it. Damn it... I took a deep breath and told him about Damien. At first, he looked angry, probably for misleading him by describing the wrong man to him, when in truth, I nearly fucked the pizza boy, but as I got to that part of him crying, Thomas's eyes grew sad. As if he understood. "You told me that you can prove it to me. How?" "You can call Brandon if you want. He can tell you. If you want, he can send you a picture of that shirt you ripped. It's still at his place." "Why didn't you throw it away?" "I don't know... I just didn't want to." He looked strangely at me. "Where is your phone?" "Jacket." Thomas stood up and went for my phone. He straddled me again and made me unlock it. I suppose it wasn't hard to find Bran's number as I had him there saved by his name. I heard ringing. "Hi, Matt, what's... Fuuuck!" I heard Brandon uncontrollably laughing. Thomas must have FaceTimed him and flipped the camera on me. "Man! What the fuck?!" "Wait, Wait! I must record this for guys!" he laughed like a madman. "Don't you dare, cunt!" "Matty, when you come out to guys, they have to see this! They would never forgive me for not recording this! God! I love it. I suppose you can't see me now, but, man, I am crying here!" I rolled my eyes and gritted my jaw. Fuck! "I suppose Thomas is behind the phone, right? Nice to meet you, man! You really something!" Thomas looked at me amused and stayed quiet for a moment. He was grinning. "Nice to meet you too, Brandon." "Damn, what a voice. So, how can I be of help, Matty? You look like your hands are tied," he asked through laughter. Thomas looked meaningfully at me but couldn't hide the grin. I rolled my eyes again, feeling extremely uncomfortable, especially knowing it was being recorded. "Stop the recording, Bran!" "No way in seven hells! Not a chance. Now spill it. What do I owe such a pleasure?" "I hate you." "I don't know which one that was for, but I am pretty sure you don't. What the hell happened to your chest? Did you wax half? Damn! This is gold!" his laughing was seriously annoying, yet Thomas was now laughing as well. I had to admit he was pretty like that. "Ow... did you just look at Thomas? Man! That was the sweetest look I've ever seen on you." Thomas looked at me with a questioning look. I must have got bright red and turned away. I hate that guy! He didn't even laugh when he said it. "So, you wanted to tell me something?" "Can you just tell Thomas I was at your place?" "Seriously?" "Yeah." "Damn... Thomas, I have no idea who you are, but I like you. Despite... ehm.. this, but to each his own, I suppose. Yeah, Matt was here, and you probably don't know this, but just the effort to prove to you that, for the price of everlasting taunting, he will get for this is unheard of this cold rock of a man. I am speechless. If ANY woman questioned him about his whereabouts, he would send her to hell. Damn!" "Man, seriously, can you stop already?" I already regretted suggesting this. "Wait one second. Wait! No! Please tell me that those scraps on your chests are not my shirt! Seriously man! You owe me like three hundred dollars. I loved that shirt! Fuck! Man! Not cool!" "I will buy you a new one!" "You won't! But trust me. I will find a way for you to repay me. Are my briefs safe, at least?" Thomas couldn't stand it anymore and burst into laughter. I had never heard him laugh out loud like this. It was... satisfying, and I couldn't help but look at him in awe with a smile on my face. Brandon stopped talking as well. There was something special about this moment, I don't know why, but it was. "Okay, thank you, Brandon. It was nice to see you. I will hang up now. We have the rest of his chest and legs to wax." "Fuck... does it hurt?" "Yeah." "Man... I love those pink clumps, by the way," he said with a smile in his voice, "Enjoy the day, you two. Thomas, send him home in one piece if possible." "I will try my best. Bye, Brandon." "Bye," I heard his chuckle and the tone of ending the call. "You have one special friend, Matt." "Yeah, he is special pain in the ass," I snarled and saw Thomas smirk. "Do I need to really go through with this?" "Do you want to meet in January?" "Man! I really hope you will fuck me good after this." 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-9 | Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2023 09:44:34 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (9) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 9 - A Deal is a Deal. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me! Get out, now!" I was shocked he was going back in after I had just shot my load! "Hush, baby. You're gonna love it, trust me." "Fucker." I grunted. I was sensitive, and my whole body was aching. The ropes were cutting my wrists, my legs were shaking from being high in one position, and my hole felt like it'd been ripped apart. Yet, the weirdest thing was that I liked it. How much I've missed this feeling. I buried this longing for thrill and pain deep, and now it surfaced more intensely than ever in my life! He leaned over me and kissed my lips tenderly. "Breathe slowly, baby. It'll pass." "You will pass fucker!" I tried to be angry. And part of me was. He smiled at me with such a soft smile I got lost in my thoughts for a second. "Fuck, you are beautiful when you smile like that..." I panted under him. He blinked in surprise and observed my face. Then he just smirked and stayed in. I felt his dick twitch in my sensitive hole, and after a little while, I managed to relax a bit around him. I breathed out and tried to calm down. But everything was uncomfortable after I cummed. He reached above me and released my legs from the ropes. They fell next to his hips, and he untied the knots on the poles of the bed, leaving rope around my wrists, but the long ends were hanging loosely next to my head. I moved my hands, checking how it felt. Freedom... I looked at him quizzically. "You have the guts to untie me?" As an answer, he pulled out and rammed back in, making me scream and grunt in sudden pain. "Yes." He said with a wicked leer Fuck it! Fuck my dignity. I need this. I need more! "More!" I hissed He looked into my eyes, and he seemed like he knew this was in there the whole time, and he just waited for it to come out. The triumph in his eyes was fucking sexy! "Repeat that." "More! Do that again!" I screamed desperately, feeling my cock grow and cry in need. "Ask me nicely, baby." He caressed my cheek, combed through my trimmed beard, and reached for my neck. I purred, looking him into his dark blue eyes, and pulled his face to mine with my now free hands. "Pound me hard, Thomas, please. Wreck me." Then I licked his lips and kissed him deeply. My cock jerked as I heard him growl into my mouth. He sucked my mouth as his tongue invaded it. He then started pounding hard into me, and I moaned each time his dick head rammed hard on my prostate. Fuck! I was getting to full mast again! I got an idea and pulled his face off me with a fistful of his hair. Then with one hand, I wrapped one loose end of a rope from one of my wrists around his neck and pulled, making him gasp and pierce me with his glare as he increased the intensity of pounding into my hole. "Fuck! Fuck, I need this!" "More!" I screamed like I was possessed. I felt like I was about to cum, yet the release was somewhere out of my reach. The tension and pressure in my balls were maddening! I thrusted with my hole towards his cock, and we were panting and sweating from all the strain we'd unleashed upon ourselves. He bit my neck hard, and I squeezed my ass muscles around his cock. Then I grabbed his wrist and turned with him, so I was on top. He looked at me like delicious candy and grazed his palm on my torso, combing through my chest hair. "Fuck I love how they feel on my smooth body." He said, his voice husky, and I could sense he was getting close. I ground on him, and he moaned. I then took his hand and put it on my cock. "Stroke it," I said seriously. "I don't touch the dick of my subs often." "You will touch mine," I said in a coarse voice as a command while I lifted my knees and raised my thighs in a deep squat. My glutes flexed tight, milking his cock, and then I slammed down on him and rammed that pole back in me hard. We both hissed and moaned. He arched his back under me, gripping my hip with one hand tightly. I did it again. "And I am not your fucking sub, cunt. I am your fucking boss." "You are hot when you are in charge, Matt, but I don't do the submissive role." "Then fight me or stop labeling everything, fucker. I want you to wreck this hole, but I am not some sissy bitch that will bat my eyelashes at you and moan." I started riding him hard, underlying with it every word what I said next: "I am a fucking man, and you will treat me as such!" His eyes grew fierce, and he parted his lips as he groaned. He still had the rope around his neck, the one my wrist was tied to, and I pulled on it as on reins. "Stroke my dick, Thomas." He looked at me for a while as I was riding him, then he fastened his grip on my shaft, and I moaned, tilting my head back. He watched me with an intense look as he started thrusting from beneath me and jacking my dick hard. Fuck! Sensory overload! I was shaking and moaning. Then I felt Thomas's teeth on my neck, shoulders, pecs, and nipples! Fuck he was biting hard! "More fucker!" "Fuck!" "More!" "Harder!" I rode him so demandingly and fast my legs hurt, but I couldn't stop! With a roar, he pulled my hips close, and I could see he was getting ready to shoot. He looked terrifying now and so goddamn fucking sexy! He pushed me away and jumped on me, pressing me against one pole. Then, he wrapped the loose rope from my second wrist around my other hand behind the pole, making me tied to it. He pulled on it and grabbed my hips, pushing deep inside me. Then he forced my face to the pole and started fucking me as if he wanted to kill me with his dick." "I am going to breed you, Matt. I will fill that pussy!" "Do it!" Fuck! 'Breed me.' I loved the way it sounded! I never said that to anyone, and him saying it like that... I felt filthy. I felt used. I felt good! "Beg me for it!" "Please, Thomas, breed my pussy. Fill me! Make me yours!" If anyone had demanded that from me ever before this moment, I would have beaten them down or at least would make it fucking clear that no one is allowed to speak to me like that. But now I was delirious. Yearning for his load inside me! I moaned with each of his thrusts, begging him with my panting breath and pushing my ass for him. I heard his deep breath and coarse heavy moans. Knowing he was this close to the shooting was beyond arousing! It was a savage need in me, a primal urge. I was a whole different person, and I needed his cum in my hole! I felt his grip on my nape, his erratic shaking hands, and fast hard thrusts. He pulled my hair, tilting my head to him, and dove onto my lips, destroying them with that impact of a harsh kiss as he bit my lips and sucked my tongue out of my mouth. Fuck! It was starting to be unbearable! "Please, Thomas, please! For fucks sake, breed my pussy! I need that load!" I purred desperately, looking into those crazed eyes. "Cum for me!" He said. Fuck!! I don't know how he did that! The way he looked at me, that tone of his deep rough voice, and all that pain and pleasure were too much! I screamed as he roared. My hands were tied, my hole filled, and my balls started shooting, releasing all the tension at once! No warning, no build-up, just fucking thunder within me lashing out! I blacked out, and as if for hours, I couldn't stop shaking as my cock shot volley after volley of cum! I felt my hole squeeze and milk his cock into me. Spraying my insides with his cum! I must have really fainted. I came to a bit later, and Thomas lay next to me panting. We were covered with sweat, and I felt cum leaking from my hole. I was so damn tired I couldn't move. I looked at Thomas next to me, and he smiled. "That was wild! I don't think I could ever fuck a woman like that." "I wouldn't know." "Is it always like this?" "In all honesty, I never fucked someone like this." "Should I take that as a compliment?" "You should." He turned on his back with a grin. I was beaming. "I still get to fuck you." "A deal is a deal." He said with a sweet but tired smile. "But I need some time to catch my breath. Give me some time to rest." "Yeah. I need some too." I said, and I must have dozed off. I felt something warm and creamy on my crack. The sensation was soothing, and I opened my eyes. Only a dim light was shining somewhere in the room. "What are you doing to me, Thomas?" "I am saving you some pain in the morning." "It feels nice." I heard his soft chuckle. "You will still be sore. I got carried away." "I loved it. I am kind of grateful. I don't remember the last time I came so hard." "Me neither." I turned and looked at him. His tone carried a strange sensation to it. Like he was overwhelmed with feelings, he didn't understand himself. But I may be projecting. I, myself, was overwhelmed with feelings I didn't understand... "You're all done. You can sleep here if you want, but I think you should leave tomorrow." He turned, put the cream on a nightstand, and wiped his hands. I hadn't said a word. Something about this way I was slowly descending from the high just a few hours ago with the dim lighting, and his caring, beautiful presence was somewhat magical and captivating. Like when I walked around the desk back in our office, starting this all, the same way my body now moved on its own. I took his hand in mine and pulled him closer to me. Then, with the other hand, I gently drew the side of his neck to my lips and kissed him on that mesmerizing bulging vein I hadn't paid enough attention to in so long. His moan grazed my ears, and I licked the skin, traveling to his ear and licking it. "Matt..." "Hush, Thomas. I don't want to think." He looked deeply into my eyes and then kissed my swollen lips. His beard had started to grow and was noticeable when my swollen, sensitive lips grazed his skin. It felt different, but I didn't mind it. I savored his taste and pulled him next to me on the bed. When his head touched the pillow next to me, I raised myself on my elbow and shifted, so I laid on the left half of his body. We made out slowly, maybe we were just tired, but the slow tempo felt mesmerizing, nearly loving. I caressed his smooth chest feeling his prominent muscles, and slowly reached for his hard dick. He gasped in my mouth when I gently spread his legs and lay between them. I imagined the first time I would have him would be a fight for dominance. Rough and challenging, but now being here like this... Nothing was more perfect than this contrast to our first time. He gazed into my eyes with sweet surrender as if we both knew it was time. He raised his legs slightly, and I moved naturally closer. I ate ass before. I've feasted on every part of a woman's body, enjoying it every time, but now I laid above this hot man, and I felt like there was so much I didn't know. "Let me explore you, Thomas. I need to taste every part of you, or I will go mad!" I whispered, watching his face. "Do it," he said softly as he watched me. I took his hand and kissed his palms before putting them on a pillow above his head. Then I soaked in the view I was given. Firm muscles with defined veins were traveling along the whole length of his arms. He didn't even flex, and his muscles were pronounced and hard. I raised myself up on my knees. "Flex for me, Thomas." He did, and I felt a hot wave spreading from my cock. His neck, hard pecs, and that smooth six-pack. There was no hair on his body. He told me he was swimming, so he probably waxed as there were no rough patches of newly growing hair on him. I traveled with my tongue around his nipples and took them one by one in my warm mouth, feeling his smooth body under my hands. I kissed his belly button and felt him shiver under me, his hands on the back of my head and neck. Then I got to his cock. I looked at it without the trill of primal passion, and still, I was captivated by the way the veins ran on it, the thickness and feel of it under my hand. A clear drop of precum appeared on the tip of the big head, and without any thought, I licked it, enjoying the moan from his lips. I took it in my mouth, savoring the taste of it and feeling the veins with my tongue. I liked how it fit in my mouth, and soon my poor throat willingly opened and welcomed him in. I took him slowly and without pressure; this time, I didn't even gag. I just swallowed and felt him growing deep in me. He breathed shallowly, and his dick twitched in my throat. I pulled it out and licked his smooth balls. I swallowed them in my mouth and licked unhurriedly while I ran my hands on his silky legs. I raised them higher and naturally progressed towards his asshole. I was initially worried, but the subtle musk of it felt intoxicating at that moment. I dove into it as I have into any tasty pussy and started worshiping this place. He groaned and hissed. Soon his lips sighed, and I felt the muscle getting softer and suppler. Instinctively, I pressed my finger on the edge and pushed gently, observing it in awe, sinking in. We both moaned deeply. I, from the sight of it, he, I suppose, from the feel of it. I licked the crack again and pushed my finger deeper, watching Thomas's face tilt back slightly in exhale. I couldn't help it, and I added a second, spreading the entrance with them and watching Thomas's face as I took him. I pressed more, and I felt something smooth inside. It was different than the rest of his hole, and when I brushed it with my fingers, Thomas let out the most beautiful sound I had ever heard! He looked into my eyes with a dim look, and his parted lips curled in a smile. My dick was now leaking onto his sheets, and I wanted to feel him more. I climbed to his face and kissed him, spreading his legs underneath me as I jerked my cock with one hand. Then he started to caress my torso and gently pushed me onto my back, mounting me while kissing me tenderly. Thomas took my hand from my cock and licked my palm while looking into my eyes with a soothing smile. Then he kissed my neck, traveling to my shoulder and chest, grazing it with his fingers, enjoying the feel of my hair as he went even further, and for the first time ever, I felt a man's tongue on the head of my dick. I arched my back and gripped the sheet under me from the sudden urge for more. I looked down at him, and he was licking my dick along the whole length, smearing saliva on it before engulfing the head with his lips. What came after was the best damn blow job I could ever imagine. No one has ever made my cock feel so good as this man right now! I was in heaven and refused to come down! The way he sucked it and gradually took more and more until his nose was touching my pubic hair was insane! The warmth, the tightness of his throat, and that fucking tongue of his were making me crazy. I moaned like a virgin with her pussy eaten for the first time. I was astounded and dazed. I wanted to cum into that tight neck and kiss him the whole night from gratitude. I held his head on my cock and felt him bob on it agonizingly slowly. "Fuck, Thomas, that is so good!" I groaned. If he'd done it just a beat faster, I would have shot in his mouth within the first few minutes! I don't know how long he was down there, but it felt long, yet not long enough! He pulled away and kissed me. I could taste my cock in his mouth, and I had to admit that it was really hot. I shook with excitement when he straddled my hips and took my dick into his strong hand. He jerked it a few times, smearing his spit on it. Then he lowered his ass onto it in the same position I did just a few hours ago, with the difference that I did it rough, hard, and fast. He took his time... slowly! Mercilessly slow. He impaled his tight asshole on my shaft, and the pressure from all sides gave me chills! When he sat, his asshole embracing my whole cock, Thomas started moving in a circular motion and raising and lowering himself ever so slowly. He was so tight I had to grab his head, pull him closer to kiss him, and turn with him so I would be the one dictating tempo. I respected his slow start, and while kissing him, I cherished that tight hole, but I needed more! So I started gradually raising the speed, watching him below me moan every time I grazed that silky spot within him with the head of my dick. I began to ground his button on purpose, naturally speeding up and enjoying the view of his parted lips that started to shake and moan under me. We kissed as I thrust into him, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. We spent a while like this, watching each other, kissing, panting, and moaning. He enfolded his fingers with mine, and I licked his neck, making him shiver and squeeze that tight asshole around my cock. I was getting so close. I didn't know if there would be any cum left in my balls, but I knew I would shoot soon! "I am going to cum, Thomas," I whispered, watching him squirm on my cock. "Breed me, Matt." He kissed me and tightened his hole around me. It was nearly painful now to move. He was squeezing me so tight! I spat in my hand and dove onto his lips again. Then, with my right hand, I started jerking his cock. "Cum with me, baby," I said while kissing him. He rubbed my butt and moaned into my mouth. "I am close, Matt. Keep going!" I had to bury my head in his neck. I did everything in my power not to cum yet. Soon I heard his groans and huffs, his dick started twitching, and I could tell he was cumming. "Look at me!" We both moaned as I milked his cock in my hand and watched his eyes close and open, dazed in ecstasy while he screamed. "I am cumming! Breed me, Matt!" Nothing could stop me then; I was lost and came so hard, shaking and filling him with my load while still jerking his shooting cock. We lay like that for a while. My softening dick was still in him, and his legs were around my body. We looked at one another, and I couldn't help but smile and kiss him again. He then combed his fingers through my hair and beard and kissed the corner of my mouth, smiling tenderly. "You are one special deal, Matt Sanders." "You are too, Thomas." I smiled "Do I have to leave and sleep at the hotel now?" "Well... that was the deal, even I have to say, I thought you would fuck me tomorrow, so I wouldn't feel bad kicking you out." "How nice of you. If you want, I can fuck you tomorrow as well." I smirked and kissed his jaw. "Tempting." He grinned, playing with the hair on my chest. "If you want, we can add an addendum to the contract." "I am listening." "We can extend this one-time deal for the duration of your stay here. So, until you leave through that door." "Even if I take Monday day off?" He thought a little. "Yes, if you want, but not longer. I don't want to be your lover." His look was severe now saying this. I suppose I would take what I can now. But something in me hoped this wouldn't be the last time. "Ok, I'm in." I smiled softly. "I thought you would be, given you will have to be somewhere for the weekend anyway since today is Friday." "Is it Friday already?" "Yes, it's past two o'clock." "Damn." "But. I have one condition." I frowned a little suspiciously. "What?" "I get to fuck you in stockings." I raised myself to the plank above him. "Fuck you! No way." "Then it was my pleasure, Mr. Sanders. I will see you Monday. Have a good business trip." He said with the sweetest smile. "You mean it?" "How many times have you thrown the woman you just had sex with into a cab, sending her on her way home in the middle of the night?" "Not that many." "Cute. Still. I do that all the time with my subs. And trust me, I've built up quite a resistance to a guilty conscience. I don't have people overnight usually. I wanted to honor our deal, so I accepted it, but you got ahead of yourself." I sat down, staring at him, sulking. "Why stockings?" "I like pushing boundaries that I find hot. I love your body and the way you carry yourself. I want to see the contrast and how you will look in them. I think it will be fucking hot." "I don't have stockings, fucker." "Don't worry. I have quite a collection." "Do I get to fuck you in them too?" He looked at me sternly, but I could see he was intrigued. "Are you willing to wear the whole lingerie set with them?" I was utterly dumbfounded now. I looked at Thomas's ripped, masculine yet smooth body. I loved what I saw, and for some reason, I wanted to see him in lingerie now that he mentioned that. "Fuck it. If I am wearing that shit, it doesn't matter having a few more scraps on me. Bring it on! But I want you in white or blue lingerie as well." "Which one?" "Do you have both?" "Yes." "Then blue, it will go with your eyes." "Deal, you will get black." "Will we have them on at the same time?" "I don't know. I've never worn it myself, so I have to think about it. I may decide when I see you wearing it. We have a whole weekend ahead of us. Who knows what more we can try." I liked the idea of experimenting, yet the prospect of wearing lingerie and stockings was leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. "Fuck... You better have a good memory cos that won't ever happen again." "Don't worry. Nothing will happen again after you leave this house Monday." "How can you be so sure, Thomas?" I said with a seductive smile. "I am pretty strict, and I keep my promises." "I thought you also said you are strictly the one on top." I winked at him. "Don't push your luck, Matt." I smirked. "Just saying." ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. You can see the story's progressionhere: https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk?filters[tag]=My%20New%20Personal%20Assistant If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you will enjoy my work and more will come in time. I. Dusk |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-26 | Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2023 16:02:23 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 26 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Part 2: Chapter 26 - Two exes in the room . Brandon spent the rest of the week at mine. When I told him about my training with Ben and Ross, he loved that. Then, one day he said that we should call Ross and spar some more, and he kept bothering me about it until I made the call, and we both went there to train. Ross loved Brandon, and we spent that week in the gym or at Ross's every other morning. We pretty much just trained, spared, taunted each other, and talked shit about people that we liked, but we weren't good enough for them. It was great. I must admit it helped me a lot! . At one point, I called the interior designer who worked on my apartment. I asked him to come. We went through everything needed, and I handed him the keys. I hated this place now. Everything reminded me of Natasha since she has spent most of her free time redecorating everything except my study. I didn't even need to pack as at my apartment was pretty much everything. So I took a few key things and left. Since then, I have lived there. At first, I thought I would be free, but it kept reminding me of Thomas. Great! It was too late now. The renovations had already started, and I wasn't willing to wait a couple of months, so everything needed to be done fast and in the best quality. Thankfully I could afford it. . On the 20th, I was supposed to get back to work. Everyone on my team counted on that, and the pressure felt heavy, but Brandon insisted it would do me good. I wasn't sure. How should I act toward Thomas? But deep down, I wanted to see him at least. I've missed him... I called John, and we went to dinner and talked about the company. It looked like he would stay here for some time, but he said he wouldn't be working from the office. What a shocker! But I was okay with that. I loved this man to bits. We just don't meet as often as I would like to. When he asked me about the wall, I said I got dumped and would not talk about it until I felt like it. He, of course, understood. John told me about his worries about the pandemic, and since he is a bit of a freak about things like that, he was doing huge research about all coronaviruses. I told him I didn't believe it was that bad. . I returned to work and tried to be casual. Thomas had already returned to his desk in front of my office, and I kept bringing him signed things immediately as he emailed them to me. Those that John sent and Thomas needed my signature as well. He just left them on my desk in the mornings, and I gave them back on his desk without a word. So the rest of our communication was pretty much only about work as well. There were glances, deep sighs, and times when we just stood still and looked into each other's eyes, but for the next week, everything went pretty much back to normal. Or we were trying. We both could see it was killing us... . . . . Friday, Jan. 31, 2020 Thomas sent me an email regarding Monday's schedule. There were three meetings called "PA interview". What the hell? I stepped out in front of his desk and peered at him. "My office. Now." Thomas seemed to understand immediately what was going on. He took his notebook and walked in. I did everything I could not to grab him and kiss him when he walked past me. Thomas stared at me, and I believe he saw that and fought the same urge... My resolve was shaking, but I wanted to keep my head clear. I won't be able to stand another refusal from him... Not after I just got myself together to be able at least somehow function. "What are those interviews?" "What do you mean by that? You don't want to be present? It will be your assistant, not mine." "When did you start arranging them?" "I told you I would do that first thing when I return." "You did that in those two weeks?" Something looked off. "Two weeks is more than enough time if I need to do something, Matt, but no, I contacted Nina and Sydney on the third. We had the first rounds last week. These are those I deemed good enough." "Third?! You mean two days after we slept together?" "I told you I would look for them." I was furious. This was too soon! What the fuck?! I was not ready for that! "No!" "Matt, this is not something I will let you refuse. You will attend these interviews if you don't want to be without PA." "Will you be here until I find one?" "Yes." "Promise?" Thomas looked suspiciously at me. "Will you try to hire someone?" "I will try." "Fine, in that case, I promise I will stay until you find someone. Again, Monday at 9 o'clock is the first and the second at eleven, and then we have one at three in the afternoon. Will you behave?" he looked at me sternly. I crossed my arms, pissed. "Fine." . . . . Monday, Feb. 3rd, 2020 Thomas marched in front of me, furious. He didn't even look at me as he slammed his leather notebook on his desk and sat. I leisurely walked past him with a satisfied grin. "Well, I am sorry, it seems like we need to try some others. But good job. It was obvious you tried your best." I said in my nicest company voice. . Thomas refused to look at me, and the vein on his neck was about twice the size. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but it was huge and pumping! He was livid! Good, so was I when he was so efficient in finding his substitute. I came into my office and looked at the clock. 15:23, a new record; Natasha would be proud. I learned from the best. Maybe I should feel bad... I decided against it after a little while. I now have my own problems to deal with. I heard the door open and slam behind me. I turned around with a welcoming smile. "Did you want something?" Thomas launched at me and smacked me to the wall next to me. Damn! How I missed this! "You did that on purpose!" "No, I just thought she should now. I didn't want to waste our time." "You've been an utter dick in there!" he let go of me. . "Was I?" I played innocent. The way he looked at me was terrific! I seriously think he was angrier that that morning I called him a fag. "I am not doing this with you, bitch!" "What you mean, boy?" "Do not fucking call me a boy!" He grabbed my throat and slammed me back to the wall holding me there. I pushed him away, but he wouldn't budge. I looked at him and gave him a menacing look. He will get this single warning. Somehow I felt he got it, and then he got enraged at my audacity. "You are playing with the wrong person, Matt," he growled. "If you don't take that hand away, I will seriously smack you on my table, Thomas." Thomas looked at me with a look that said it all. He was the same as me, past the rage. He was horned and hungry. Fuck! I needed him so badly! "Too late, fucker!" . I have been wrestling with Ross for the past weeks. I had now some idea where Thomas may have learned all that, and I was dying to try this for a while! I turned with a sharp move and twisted his wrist. The genuine shock in his eyes was priceless! I pinned him down on my table and ravaged his mouth mercilessly. His eyes were dark, and he pulled on my hand, reached for my nape, and kicked me, smacking me on the floor. What the fuck was that?! "I was the one who trained Ross, baby. This was good, but you have a long way to go." He grinned, and I did as well, watching him towering over me. . "We will never get back to being only the boss and PA, will we?" he said as if he didn't even expect that at this point. "Why not? We'll just have an edge," I smirked and stood in front of him. Thomas laughed. I loved that sound. "Fine. You like games so much, let's play one. If you win, I will stay here for three months, and we will look together for someone suitable at your pace but not longer than those three months. I will make sure I have other commitments at that time, so you won't be able to move around it." He couldn't help it, could he? Thomas loved... He genuinely loved making deals with me! Thomas loved giving me the illusion of choice while he was the one deciding the possible alternatives. He fucking thrived on that! I could very well see the trap. He didn't give me any choice I was satisfied with. He will still leave. But I couldn't refuse. His stare made me crazy with lust for him, and I always liked games! . "What if I lose?" "You will let me pick your next PA, and I will leave when I fill her in about all job requirements. If you fire her, then I don't care." "I agree with one condition." "What?" "We are playing for the win like back then." I just practically asked him to fuck, and he knew it well. He straightened his back, and his eyes narrowed. "It's a work day at the office, Matt." "Do I seem like I care?" "What if someone comes?" I said slowly and clearly one more time. "I don't care." "You are thinking with your dick, Matt." "You are, too," I scoffed and looked greedily at his tent. "You don't want me to do that, Matty," he warned me with a smirk. I blinked. Only one person is calling me Matty, cos he knows I would punch any other guy for doing that back in the day. But now I genuinely loved that sound coming from his lips. "I really do, Tommy." He frowned. I suppose no one calls him that. Good. "Fine, bitch, but the door stays unlocked." I looked at them and couldn't help but worry. Thomas waited with a smirk. He was sure I would back down, was he? "Very well, Tommy, we're on!" . . . We wrestled there for a while. We both knew what winning meant in this game, and we were both starving and fucking driven! I think the only luck was that I prefer clean wide open spaces with minimal clutter. Otherwise, many things would be broken now. . I pressed him into that wall. By this point, we were both disheveled, panting, and so horny! I could feel his dick as I pressed mine against him and licked his neck. He growled, pulled my hair, and punched me. I took his wrists and pinned them above his head as I mercilessly attacked his mouth. He kissed me back, but then he bit my lip and shoved me away. How long did we manage to stay without each other this time? A month? He was right, this was toxic, but we both must have admitted that we were lost deep in it! I was about to answer that when someone knocked on the door and opened it. I looked in horror at the state of us! Thomas smirked. Fuck! I turned. "Matt, I need to spe..." . My CFO came in with a smile. Owen is a great guy, a wizard with numbers, and one tough guy. He is generally stubborn, assertive, and strict, but the second he stepped in and saw Thomas, his face turned stone cold. Owen turned to me and looked at the state of us as he closed the door. I looked at Thomas, and there was no sign of that smirk. Instead, he looked angry and uncomfortable. What the fuck?! I turned back to Owen and saw something I had never seen in ten years of working with him. Submission! Thomas swore under his breath, and I could visibly see Owen twitch! There was no smile on his face--just confusion, sadness, and fear. . Yeah, I must admit Thomas was livid, and he was scary. It's arousing to me, but I can be objective enough to acknowledge that it may be frightening to other people. But Owen was never one easily scared! There was tense silence here. As I knew Owen, he would have asked anything he needed usually, but now he was out of words, or maybe he is not allowed to speak until spoken to. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and watched them. Thomas didn't even look at him. He looked somewhere in the room, and his eyes were glazing. . "I am leaving," Thomas stated. "You will stay right where you are standing, fucker." I watched Owen as I spoke to see his reaction, and how he looked at me made me absolutely positive! He was his sub! The look Owen gave me was telling everything! The sheer horror in his eyes as I spoke to Thomas in an aggressive, dominant voice was more shocking than anything for him. But mostly, what I saw was deep hurt! He loved Thomas! There was no doubt in my mind about that! Maybe it was even worse, and he still is! He didn't act as an ex. He acted like someone whose heart was just broken to pieces! . "I didn't know you had a meeting, Matt. I will come later." Owen stammered and tried to compose himself. Too late, bastard. "Do you know each other?" I looked at Owen. "We've met." "Is Thomas the guy you've been dating?" Over two years ago, Owen took three months off from work and later told me that he's got a boyfriend. We've never talked much about relationships and stuff like that, so that was pretty much what I knew about that person. I could hope I was wrong, but I couldn't get over the way both seemed right now. Owen looked at Thomas. "I don't think that's is any business of yours, Matt." A cold, frightening tone touched my ears, but I was too enraged to care. Fuck! Dora told me he was in a relationship when she recommended him! I just believed him when he said he was single... My paranoia and rage started linking together every single doubt in my mind. "Owen!" "Matt, I don't understand what is going on here." "That will depend. Are the two of you fucking?" Owen looked down as his eyes started to water. He looked at Thomas, and Thomas was furious. Fuck! They are! Or at least had in the past, but this was nowhere near Peter! This was still present in Owen! Please no! The doubt in me was poisoning me. I needed to know! This man had his attitude towards Thomas so deeply ingrained that even though I know him as one of the strongest, most confident people, he went submissive in a split second after seeing Thomas. Thomas`s eyes pierced Owen with rage, and Owen looked like he was fighting the urge to kneel the second their eyes met. And the way he turned instantly to the ground was convincing me even more about that! It would be different if I didn't know Owen that well... Fuck! No! . Was this the reason Thomas didn't want to be with me? Was he cheating on Owen with me? I was raging! Everything Thomas told me was playing in my mind. I looked at Owen. Hairy, bulky, brown-eyed with a beard. Thomas seriously has a type. From the way Owen was acting, this was fucking fresh! I saw the heartbreak in him when he looked at Thomas. No matter how tough this guy usually is, this was too fresh or too deep for him to be able to suppress all the hurt on his face! . "Right. I will make this easier. Owen Simmons meet Thomas Birns, the famous ghost PA we were joking about." Owen looked at Thomas. "Personal assistant?" Thomas looked fed up, but I just started talking. "You know, Thomas, Owen was already making fun of me as every time he comes here, your desk is empty, and now that I think about it, it's a bit weird that you two are meeting only now since we've had a few meetings before. But if I recall correctly, my assistant was not present on those." My hurt psyche started to put together pieces as I was trying to remember them all... "That's actually fascinating. Isn't it Thomas?" "Can you stop, Matt? This is not necessary." "I seriously hope he doesn't get punished for this since this is your fuck up." My voice was cold. I was beyond brokenhearted. I lost every hope. "Shut up, Matt." . "Look, I think there is a slight misunderstanding here," Owen spoke timidly. Fuck! This guy is never timid! I own this company, and he screamed at me a couple of times when he thought that necessary! "Owen, I will make a genuinely bad, rushed decision right now if you won't tell me this second how long you two have been fucking!" "Over two years, but..." Fuck!!! So it's him! . I snapped. I took a glass from my desk, and his words were cut short by the sound of it shattering on the wall behind me. "You got this wrong, Matt, wait..." "I suppose I should be the one apologizing then, Owen," I said that looking at Thomas, my eyes were red, and I tried not to cry. "Matt, shut up. It ended before we met." I looked at Owen, and he nodded. "That's what I tried to say before you broke that glass." "When?" Owen didn't look at Thomas as an ex. So if they really were broken up, it had to be recently... "It's. None. Of. Your. Fucking. Business!" Thomas growled in a menacing tone. "Owen. When did he break up with you?" "Last summer," Thomas spoke. "That's why I didn't want him to know that I work here, and every time I saw him coming, I ditched. Sure, it's not a mature way to act, but it would make things unnecessarily uncomfortable. Not everything revolves around you, Matt." Owen looked at Thomas, absolutely destroyed. His eyes looked like he was about to cry. I never in my years I knew this guy saw him so vulnerable and exposed. Now I felt terrible for him... Summer? For fuck's sake! It's not even eight to ten months; they've been together for over two years! What the fuck! Not to mention that Thomas started here in September. And he told me he had liked me since that first day. Yeah right... sure... . "Thomas, what are you doing here?" Owen said softly. How many broken hearts this man left somewhere just to rot?! "Dora called out one old favor I couldn't refuse her." Owen nodded. "With all respect, Thomas, that's not what I am asking right now." Thomas frowned. "I don't think that's your business anymore, either." We cornered him. Two exes in one room must be hard... But now I haven't pitied him a little bit. "What about Natasha?" Owen turned me. "Broke up." "When? Just two months ago, I saw her at lunch with Nina talking about wedding dresses." "New years." Owen stood there speechless for a moment. . "You two are together?" "No," I stated, piercing Thomas with my eyes. "Okay... I am sorry, I need to leave." Owen was about to turn. "Why did you come?" I asked him. Owen looked at me. "Nothing, it can wait." "Tell me now." "I... I just wanted to know, if you don't know, what is that meeting John organized? But it doesn't matter." "John wants to discuss the issue of remote work, and I was against it initially, so he wanted support from other people. But that doesn't matter now. I decided to support his decision." I said, absolutely devastated. "You won, Thomas. We will have as much time apart as you need." . Owen snapped and looked at me. "What? Matt, why? Do you know how many meaningless issues that will create? There are only like seven known cases now!" "I don't give a fuck, Owen. We will make it work." "Matt, let's not make this decision rushed like this." I was past that point. I came to the door, opened them, and grabbed Thomas's notebook and pen. I returned and handed them to Thomas. "Thomas, contact John and make the meeting with everyone needed for the whole company going on home-office asap. I will give them a month. But by the first of March, no one will be in the office." "Matt, I have to agree with Owen..." "Thomas, John is my best friend, and I trust him with my life. I wanted to be here to see you, but now..." I stopped myself and looked at him gentler. "I need you to trust me." Thomas nodded. "I will make that happen." . "Owen? Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He looked at me, absolutely devastated. "Sure." With that, Owen just left. . We stayed there like that. The anger slowly vanished, but deep hurt stayed as if it was engraved now on my soul... "You should have told me you fucked my CFO." I couldn't even look at him. "It's my ex, my business, not yours. I don't have to disclose anything to you!" "That guy is not out of the closet till this day, you coward!" Thomas frowned. "What do you mean? You didn't seem that surprised." "I've known him for ten years, you bastard. Yes, I knew that, but there are about three people who know about it, and maybe Dora and his assistant!" "Really?" He seemed to scoff more for himself than for me. "You have no idea what happened between us. You have no right to judge me!" "Like the fuck I don't. Did you see the way he looked!" "Did you see the way I looked when I found out he was lying to me for years?!" Thomas snapped, and his eyes were watery. I was muted. He was hurt... "What happened?" "That's between him and me." "Did he hurt you?" "It's none of your goddamn business." "Talk to me, damn it!" "I don't need a shoulder to cry on, Matt!" "We all do, Thomas," I said now gently. "Well, I don't." . I looked at him, and I felt terrible. For some reason, he never seemed manipulative... I genuinely don't believe that he is. Everything I felt was going through me at once. "Did you find out about Sam?" Thomas blinked and breathed in sharply. "Sam is married, Thomas. He has a kid who's about ten now. Straight, and they had known each other since childhood. Owen could never be with him." Thomas turned away. "Yes, I know." There was more to it all, was there? I just snapped at him, hurt, making him the villain as it was much easier than asking... Now I could see that. I do that all the time. I saw Natasha as a gold digger and Thomas as someone throwing his exes away like old rags... Everybody that loves me takes the blame for all my doubts, and I never care to ask more. It's easier to assume... What kind of person am I? . "Did you love him?" I asked softly. "I did." "Did he lie about anything else?" "Yes, many things, apparently." "Like what?" "What are you trying to accomplish, Matt?!" "Give you all the information you may need, so you can understand and move on." I put my hands lightly on his shoulders. He turned to me, stunned. "The way he looked at you, you know he still loves you, right?" "He betrayed me, Matt. People shouldn't betray the person they supposedly love." "People make mistakes." "Like breaking a glass against the wall out of jealousy?" "I love Owen as a dear friend, Thomas. I knew he was in a long-term relationship, but he never told me it had ended. So when I saw the hurt on his face, I thought you were cheating on him with me." "It's good to know how you see me," he said, hurt. "I am sorry." "I don't care." "Thomas..." "I'm leaving. I need to organize this meeting so we can finally get some space between us." . What had everything just happened? I sat on my chair, utterly lost, trying to figure out what was happening. I felt overwhelmed and lost! My head was spinning. "You are right," I said as he opened the door to leave. "I think we both had enough. Have interviews without me from now on. I don't care what person will replace you. No one could replace you anyway, so why even bother? Just hire anyone." I was too tired to try anymore. When I saw the way Owen looked at Thomas, I realized how fucking deep I am. And the relief when they told me they were not together was like a stone fell off my chest. And I don't need to obsess like this over someone who doesn't even want me. I don't want to be this interested in him anyway. . . >> Chapter 27 -- Thomas's point of view- https://www.patreon.com/posts/78494321 ----------------------- As you surely know by now, I have a Patreon page - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk/about Feel free to check out my other stories as well. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-27 | Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2023 08:50:06 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 27 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 27 -- Thomas's point of view Thu. Feb. 6th, 2020 My conscience awoke, and my body responded automatically to my circadian rhythm. I sat on the bed and proceeded to stretch my body in active meditation before I sat down, stayed still, and concentrated on my breath. Time was passing, and my trained mind was blank, or at least to the extent I could manage these days. Accepting and letting go of images of him as I kept trying to meditate properly. It helped, as always, but it took me a great effort to achieve that. I tried not to swear internally to avoid bringing even more attention to these unwelcome thoughts. Only now, I opened my eyes just to cover them in frustration and stood up. I opened the window and went to the bathroom. Then I took clothes from the pile I readied yesterday and got dressed. I could practically move blindfolded through this ritual. Running shoes by the door. Keys. And finally, freedom of the cold morning air around me. I locked the door, and my body started to run. It was precisely 6,7 miles to the pool, and a cheery voice welcomed me again this morning. . "6 am on the dot. Sir, you never fail." I smiled at Patrick. He was just opening and was already more than used to being punctual since I started coming here nine years ago. I pondered... how time flies. The pool always opens at six; I love that no one is here. Even those first visitors come around six twenty at the earliest. It's small enough for that but clean and close. The presence of this particular pool was why I decided to buy that condo over others, and I have reaped these benefits for six years now. I changed into my swimwear and put on my cap. I showered and started. . 6:30. I looked at the wall clock as I finished another lap. Peter should be here about now. I looked to the entrance, and he didn't disappoint again. "Thomas." He never stopped greeting me even though he wasn't calling me Master for years and changed his schedule according to his current Master, of course. "Peter," I replied. "Can we talk afterward?" "Of course, Thomas." This place was magical for me... I kept swimming until 7:10, and then I went to the shower. . 7:30. Peter will be leaving the pool now. I was already dressed and waited for him in the lobby. Conveniently, Ben told me I didn't need to ask his permission to meet with Peter if Peter agreed. My smart watch notified me about mail from Mr. John Dawnson, the second owner of the company. I looked at my phone and cursed silently, knowing that this would require me to meet with Matt. Or maybe I can send it to him... He can just sign it for me, and the courier can bring it back. That wasn't the problem. I was very aware that the problem was that I craved to see him. I couldn't help it. And that man tended to awaken my right hemisphere to the point where I acted against my whole training and self-control. He was dangerous to me, yet I knew I couldn't stop my decisions sometimes. "Thomas?" Peter walked into the lobby, interrupting my thoughts. "Peter, can you join me for breakfast?" "Sure, you look a bit apprehensive. Is everything all right?" He would never dare to ask me something like this a few years ago. It was fascinating to see how much different Ben is as a Master. But I don't think I ever saw Peter so happy. I smiled lightly, even though I was sure I was not fooling this man. "I will be fine." We went to a small place near and sat down. "Just a camomile tea, miss. Thank you." I looked at Peter. "Coffee, please." I stopped frowning at that for years, but it was still irking me a bit. . "What's on your mind, Thomas?" "Matt told me that you spoke." Peter smiled. "Yes, it was an interesting day." "Why?" "I suppose you know him the best from us, so you are sure aware that he is very stubborn when he sets his mind. There were, of course, things that we wouldn't say, but it was obvious that he cared about you very much. I believe Ben was really moved at some point." "What do you mean?" "He acted like a brat, but then he switched into this earnest kid who needed to understand." "What did he want to understand?" "Why you don't want to be with him." "What did you tell him?" "I told him you mean when you say something, and it's not fair to you when he says he is straight. He seemed to somehow withdraw after that." I nodded, remembering our conversation with Matt that day. I suppose there isn't anything much Peter can tell me more. I knew him well enough to know he would start with those things he deemed most important for me to learn about from those he could tell me. . "He is training with Ross?" "Yes, every Tuesday and Thursday. He is very driven. " I nodded again. I thought so. Honestly, it was a pleasant change for me for some wicked reason. That's not really correct... I knew very well that I loved how challenging he was for me, and he even seemed worthy to subdue myself to him when I felt the need to give up control. But this exact side he awoke was sometimes scaring me to my core. "Thomas, why did you let him take you?" This guy grew some serious guts over the years. I straightened my spine and gave him a warning look. "I felt like that." Peter just lowered his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. "Thomas. You kept saying with every partner you had that you loved them. I believe it was about a year in a relationship, if not precisely that. That was the point when you started saying it, but after seeing you that New Year's..." he looked at me. "I realized that you never loved any one of us." I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Thomas, I've met few of the people you owned, and Matt is the only one I wanted to slap and throw out of my house, run to my bedroom, and cry." "Elaborate, please." "I am sure you are aware of this, Thomas, but I am not sure if you are willing to accept that. I have never seen you look that way at anyone. I knew from the moment you were looking at the door waiting for him to swear for himself and enter." "That man is not good for me," I stated as I drank my tea slowly. "Why?" "He is making me reckless and out of control." "That's what love does sometimes." "I am aware that I love him, Peter. But, still, I am not willing to be with him." Peter nodded. . "Why have you never broken him?" I closed my eyes, realizing that this was indeed a conscious choice. I loved the heat he was emitting from his eyes when he was like that. Matt was like a wild beast challenging me if I was worthy of him following me. Taking me and even protecting me. I knew I would have to kill that side of him if I was to break him in for me. "I just couldn't bring myself to do that," I said finally. Peter nodded with a smile. "I thought so." I felt Matt's presence in my mind. Talking about him made him even more real to me now, and I felt I was losing my sense of control. I composed myself and looked at my watch. "Thank you for seeing me, Peter. I should go now." "Of course, Thomas." . I stood up and turned to leave. "Thomas?" "Yes?" "Love doesn't always have to hurt. And sometimes it's worth it," he smiled. I told him this sentence when he was struggling with his feelings toward Ben. I understood his intention. It was special. What an amazing man this one is. "Thank you, goodbye, Peter." "Goodbye, Thomas." I paid and ran back home. 6,2 miles, and it's already 8:13. I need to hurry. . . . . I opened my door and showered again. I should change that lotion. It reminded me now of him every time I put it on after the shower. But then I could just change the bed and the whole house when I am at it... I sat in my study and started working. Doorbell rang. A courier handed me the envelope, and I took it inside. I processed everything needed, and all left was Matt's signature. He wasn't online... I can wait till he gets back behind the computer. Minutes passed, and he was still offline. My hand reached for my phone, and I realized just when the ringing sounded in my ear what have I done. No...! "Thomas?" His voice sounded broken but firm as if he decided to withstand it all. The strength of this man was captivating to me. "Matt, you were offline, so I just wanted to ask you. I have a few things that I need your signature on. I will send a courier, but I need them latest tomorrow. Are you at home?" "No, I am not. I will stop by around noon." "That is not necessary, just tell me where you are, and I will send someone." "Right, Thomas, let's make one thing very clear now. I am your boss, not the other way around. I am coming over. I will sign everything you need, make it ready for me at ... wait. Is two o'clock feasible? I just realized I have lunch with friends at 11:30." Fuck... I can't have you here and stay sane. Fuck! I need him to let me hire someone ASAP! "Fine. I will make it ready for two o'clock." I wrote it down, underlined a bit harder than I intended, and ripped the paper. Great...! "Good. I will see you then." Fuck! I can't take a third shower today! Just calm down already! I gritted my fist in frustration and counted from ten down to one. . . . Two o'clock. I opened the door, and his car was nowhere close. I imagined all the things I would do to him if he were mine for being late. I closed the door and returned to my desk, only to stand back three minutes later. I cursed for myself and went there. He is my boss, not my sub! I kept repeating that to myself until I opened the door, and my mind got blank as a canvas. Matt stood there, and he was sweating. "It's freezing here! Let me in, Thomas." He went from his car just in a cotton tee shirt with no sleeves, and it was soaked with sweat, just like those loose slacks. That fucking shirt was white and wet! Outside was cold, and his fucking chest hair was black! I could see his hard nipples and dark hair under that shirt glued to his chest. He stepped in around me, and his sweat attacked my nostrils with such intensity I rasped. He didn't even look at me and bent to take off his shoes. I could see the straps of the jockstrap around his butt, underneath his pants. I inhaled again, and the smell made me boil! I felt my cock stir, and we stared at each other with hunger as he stood straight in front of me. "You are late." I managed to compose myself and turn away from him. "And you stink," I added. "And you are hard. Let's stop playing games, Thomas." I turned to him but continued to my study. "Sit." Only after coming here I realized that I had readied everything on the coffee table in the living room. Idiot... I came back, and he was already sitting on my couch and reading the papers. . "Water?" "Sure, thank you." he didn't even glance at me from the papers." I put the glass in front of him and stepped back, trying to concentrate on something else, then his pumped biceps and sweaty shirt glued to his ripped chest. And that fucking arousing smell of him! Fuck this man! "Been to dinner with Owen, as you surely know," he stated so coldly I frowned. "Yeah, I was there when you asked him." I hated coming back to that memory. "We had quite a chat." "I believe." He put signed papers on the side and started reading the next ones. "Did you write me to tell him everything just to hurt him?" When Matt was about to meet Owen, he sent me a message and asked me if there were anything I would like him not to say to Owen. But since he is a friend and both are my exes, the conversation will be solely about me, just to be aware. I was pissed, and remembering what Owen did, I replied only with, "Tell him EVERYTHING!" I hoped Owen would reciprocate accordingly. "Yes. Did it work?" "Yes. He was brokenhearted," Matt looked at me with rage. "Good. What did he tell you?" "That he brought here drunk Sam when he was going through a divorce." I frowned. I hope he said more than that! "And what else?" "That he asked you to let him sleep here since you were living here together and that Sam didn't know that Owen is gay. And Owen begged you to keep that a secret. Owen said you were upset, and you left after that. Then, when you came back, you gave him the best session you two ever had. And afterward, you locked him in a cage while you packed his things and threw him out." Matt's voice was full of hate and righteous anger. I was LIVID!!! This was Owen's recollection of that?! I growled and crossed my arms. "And what else?" Matt observed me. "He gave me some insight into the way you usually date. That is if you can call a Stockholm syndrome dating." Now, this was too much! I seriously hated him at this point! How dare you! "What -- Did -- He -- Tell You - Was - The Reason - I Kicked Him - Out?!" I said it slowly, pouring every fiber of hatred into those words. Matt frowned. "Only what I had just told you." I was now fucking raging at this point! Matt saw that. "What happened more?" Matt's look grew gentler as if he realized only now there could be more to that. Don't look at me like that! I can't stand that look! Not after you just talked to me this way! Matt stood up and walked towards me, reaching for my shoulders with extended arms. "Don't you dare touch me!" I barked, and he stopped. "I did it again, did I?" Again, that sad puppy look. Fuck him! "What do you mean?" I growled. "Again, I assumed I knew everything instead of asking you." Fucking hell stop playing with me, man! "Yes." I fought tears. What the fuck?! "Please tell me." "Why? It wouldn't change anything." "I want to know, Thomas." "You should finish singing those papers and leave Matt." "Now!" I added when he wasn't moving. He shook his head and went to sit on the couch. I left him there and went to study, trying to work. I didn't feel that angry at Matt now. Hurt..., sure, a lot, but again as I was used to him... I could understand that I would probably have the same idea from only that information he's got. But Owen? I fucking hated him now! I never wanted to see his face again, cos I could seriously harm him! . It was about twenty minutes when a camera from the basement popped up on my screen, detecting a movement. I looked that way and saw Matt stepping down the stairs. I stepped out of the study and went straight down there. Matt had already found the light and was standing in the middle of the room. He was barefoot on concrete, his body sweaty and intoxicating. The smell of concrete, wood and leather matched his sweat in such a captivating way that I had to take a harsh breath to be able to speak. "You are not allowed here." My voice sent chills down his spine, and the sight of that made my dick twitch and grow, robbing me of much-needed blood in my brain now! . >> Chapter 28 -- Cage and Heart - https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-78575674 ________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have a Patreon page - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk/about Feel free to check out my other stories as well. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-29 | Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2023 08:14:19 +0100 From: Isabell Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 29 __________________________________________ Hello, dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 29 - Lion's Den . . "You should go now, Matt," Tomas's voice was rough, nearly ominous. All my senses screamed at me, and I knew what will I see when I'll raise my eyes to meet his. I could now tell it just by that tone drilling into my soul. "Why?" like a person possessed, I stepped toward him. "Cos I've been holding back for too long now. It's getting dangerous." Fuck! Chills ran through me as he said that. I knew perfectly well he was losing control now. I saw him in his calm and stoic, and I saw him in rage when he became a beast not holding any bars! His eyes tried to warn me. Doesn't he already know well enough that it makes me even more crazy for him?! . "How long can lions last without food?" "What?" "Lions. They hunt once a week, but what if they won't be able to eat for longer than that?" I saw sides of him that probably not many people witnessed, I relished in that thought, yet I was yearning to know the one he decided to hide from me on purpose. From all interrogations I made his exes go through, I learned how different Thomas was when he was with me compared to anyone else. He never let control be taken away from him, and he supposedly treated his subs like a different person I know. I needed to see this side of him. I needed to feel what Owen told me about. I needed to know if it was something I could even withstand. I wanted to see this world he created with such care. "I don't know. What is your point, Matt?" "How long can you last, Thomas?" "Why are you asking, Matt?" Why is he like this? I can see it now so clearly. This rigid wall around him. Thomas stays firmly behind that wall until he spills everything on me as if the dam has just broken. Then, he lets me take him, makes love to me, and even proclaims he loves me! And then I blink, and in that short moment, he builds a new wall, more sturdy than the one before! Why?! "Your eyes. You are starving, Thomas." I saw I nearly had him. I could see the cracks! Thomas won't be able to resist long. I knew from the moment he saw me that he was fighting that everlasting battle within himself. I was trying my hardest to be angry at him, to act distant, and not be swayed by that fucking horny resistance I saw in him when I walked beside him. . I wanted to hate Thomas... Until he took me to that music room... I could see the calmness that enveloped him as he entered. I saw the frustration when he realized what he did, probably on a whim. He, of all people, acted rashly and showed me something so dear to him. I loved it there! I love guitars. If I had a soft spot for some things, four were standing right there next to that piano. But when I found out no one ever came there, I knew that he really did love me. But what's more - he can't control that feeling when he's with me. Knowing this and knowing now so much about the person he built around this soft core of his, I was smitten. I don't know if I ever loved anyone the way I felt loved by him. Knowing all this now was making his dejection even harder. . "Have you done this on purpose, Matt? Coming down here," his voice sounded weak. "In all honesty, no. I wasn't planning on this." It was true. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to be the coldest bastard he ever met. But I couldn't. I saw his eyes under that calculating, organized, and uncompromising mask he created for himself, and fuck it all... I was lost myself. "Then why have you come?" "I suppose I am also crazy from hunger," I was slowly losing my voice as I wasn't even trying to will my body to stop shaking anymore. I surrendered to that entirely. . I saw his neck strain as I knelt before him. His eyes were cloudy, his chest still as if he was restraining himself with the last resolve. Why does he keep restricting himself so much with me? "Devour me, Thomas. Please," I saw his will tremble many times I used this voice. I saw its effect now as I was kneeling beneath him. His eyes darkened, and I saw the beast emerge from the shadows in them. Yes, I am that metaphorical. I am also a huge romantic for the right person. Deal with it! I will break his thick shell just like he broke mine. With feelings that he cannot control and lust that no one else can satisfy! Call it my revenge for him breaking my heart; even in truth, it's my desire to be with him... Try to break me! Try to break the person you fell in love with! I will stand through it all, and I will not give up! . Thomas stood there for a long time, peering down at me. I waited. His fingers wrapped the chain around my neck twice, then he reached into the drawer and pulled three of the rings from titanium I designed to fit into the links. Each works as a small but sturdy lock. Thomas examined the tightness and strength of the coils as if he had already learned how to work with them. The cold metal sent shivers down my stomach. Thomas leaned to me closer, pulling on the long loose piece of the chain like a leash. I wanted to jump on him, pull him down, and plunge my tongue in his throat, but I resisted the urge and just stared at him with this thought apparent in my eyes. Thomas saw it, and I could see the lightest smirk crossing his lips as if the lion had welcomed me in his den since I was stupid enough to enter! . Let's take this fight to your field. I can endure anything you throw my way! Just watch. I was determined. I was riled! I needed him to take me and realize he needed me the same way I do need him! Finally, he lost it, and with a sharp movement of his wrist, his mouth collided with mine in the soul-sucking kiss we both needed so much! I purred on his lips, craving to touch him, but I committed to the idea that I would beat him in his own game! I wanted to see him as dominant, not just a rough lover. Thomas raised himself and scrutinized me with his eyes. He saw my resolve. . "What do you want, Matt?" his voice was the same he had when he first took me back then in my office. I exhaled, the need filling me. "I want to see you as the person you perceive yourself to be, Thomas." "What do you mean by that, Matt?" "You know perfectly well what I mean..." I thought about what name I should call him. If what the guys told me it's true, he distinguishes between being called Master, which is the highest, and then the polite Sir. Or, I suppose, me, who kept calling him Thomas. He will be Tommy for me one day, but we will get there gradually. First, I need to see it all... With that, I decided... "... Master." His eyes said it all, I was doomed, as was he. . Thomas yanked roughly at that chain, bringing my face to his knees. I let out a grunt as I saw him raise one and soon felt his foot on my nape, pinning me to the floor. I heard his ragged breath. His foot pressed harder, the chain on my neck choking me. I needed to put my hands on the floor, so they get some relief from being squashed between my waist and thighs. "Do not ever use that word if you can't handle what it may bring. This is your last chance to learn, Matthew." Matthew? Why Matthew? Okay... I kept silent. He didn't ask a single question. I, on the other hand, kept making Owen answer so many of them that night that, firstly, I felt firsthand the thrill of someone fierce and strong submitting to you just by the tone of your voice. But secondly, I knew enough to be at least partially ready for what I wanted to experience right now. . He took his foot off me. I heard him crouching and then felt his fingers in my hair. Thomas pulled on it, and craned my head back to look at him. I did for a split second before I lowered my gaze. His sharp inhale was chilling. "Did Owen tell you about his training?" "Yes, Master," shivers went through my stomach. I didn't know how I would feel submitting to him, but this, however surprising, was reveling. I loved that thrill it gave me! "What everything he told you, Matthew?" "A lot, Master." Thomas slapped me hard across my face. The hair he pulled sent sharp tugging pain as my face moved at the impact while he still held the strands of my hair along with the chain firmly -- unsatisfactory answer... "I made Owen talk about it for over seven hours. We spend the whole night at my apartment talking about it." Another slap... What the fuck? Thomas must have seen the confused frown on my face. "You forgot something." "Master?" I asked what the fuck he meant by that initially, but it seemed to satisfy him. "That's right. You will add that to each sentence you will be so lucky to speak, Mattew." . Am I supposed to say something back or be silent? Another slap answered my question. I hated this already, but for some reason, it was heating me at the same time. "Thank you for correcting me, Master," I purred. I felt his hand gripping my hair shake. "Look at me, Matt," his tone gentler. Can't he keep it up even in something that has been his lifestyle for nearly two decades? I looked at him. His eyes were foggy, but I saw worry in them. "Answer me now, and please consider it wisely. Are you sure you want to do this?" "I want to see all of you, Thomas. You may have given up, but I didn't. If this is such a huge part of your life, I want to see it, experience it, and know whether I can stand it. Cos I want to be part of your life too in whatever twisted way you let me." "This may break you, Matt." "Thomas, I survived things worse than what sadist loving me can do! Bring on your worst! I will call you Tommy one day as I will wake up next to you feeling your cum in me, knowing that mine is in you. I am fucking patient, I am driven, and I've been through hell already. There is nothing you can do to me to break me!" "Why are you doing this, Matt?" "I told you. You broke my shell. You became a person I am willing to love. You think you know me, Thomas, but you've never seen the things I can do for people I love!" With that, I kissed him. My scalp hurt as he still held my hair, but I didn't care. I hoped that he likes his lovers bold, cos this way we may get there... Well, hopefully not. Fuck it! With all power I had, I kept at his lips. . He backed from me slightly, watching me. I felt his finger on my jaw. Then, with his thumb, he traced the contours of my parted lips before he paused on the bottom, holding it open like that, gazing into my face. "In that case, we need to talk, Matthew." Fuck! That tone ignited something deep within me, and it was hard not to jump on him. As if he saw it, he pulled hard on the chain. "You are not ready for punishment you would unleash upon yourself, cunt. Do not test me!" his voice was quiet, but the gravelly voice sounded louder in my ears than if thunder roared just a few feet from me. "I understand, Master," I whispered, lowering my sight. . "Stand up and strip." I stood up but stripping presented a problem here. The shirt I was wearing could be taken off only over my head, and he was holding a leash attached to my neck. How the hell am I supposed to take it off? Thomas must have seen the question in my eyes. I wish I could see his face, to know how he looks at me now. "Master, if I may have a question?" "Ask, Matthew," slight amusement could be heard in his voice. "Could you let the chain go only while I take off my shirt?" "No." Great... another use-your-imagination situation... He loves playing with my mind. There is no other way, is it? Damn, how many shirts will I tear in my life with him? . I pushed deeper the need to swear out loud and firmly grabbed the neck hem of my shirt. It was an old shirt, I didn't care about it, and thankfully the neckline wasn't thick, so after a few hard pulls, it ripped. I hated that I could not look at him! I wanted to see so much how he felt when I ripped my clothes on my chest for him. It took a couple of pulls, and the fabric on my chest was torn down the middle, and I could take it off my shoulders and let it fall on the ground. The second it touched the floor, I felt a hard pull and squealed out in surprise and sudden fear as I was pushed down. "Do not make me a mess here, cunt." What the fuck, you bastard?! I bit my lip so I won't say it aloud, but I was shaking from nerves and gripping my fists tight. My head was pushed lower by his foot on my nape, holding me down. I took the shirt and folded it with one hand that could reach it. Fucking bastard! . "Stand up!" This time I was glad I could not look at him. I was fucking furious! "Pants." I took them off and folded them on that shirt. "Did Owen show you positions?" I did everything in my power not to roll my eyes. I found this particular part silly. Like seriously, S.I.L.L.Y.! Who can enjoy being positioned by order and be rewarded or punished if they are not standing correctly? Isn't kneeling or standing enough? Do you need to add stupid names to each stand? Ridiculous... "He told me about them, but I didn't ask him to teach me any of them." Honestly, I facepalmed when he showed me one after I asked him out of curiosity. "...Master," I nearly forgot to add. "Shame, I would enjoy that." Do not raise an eyebrow -- DO NOT raise an eyebrow! Don't smirk! Just stare at the floor! ... I hope I managed to keep my reaction neutral. . "Are you clean?" "Could you clarify that, Master?" Thankfully this was supposed to be a generally accepted question. Thomas came behind me and trailed my spine down with his fingers. Then he stopped on my ass and scratched my left cheek. "If I would now want to fuck you, would you be prepared for me, Matthew?" Just him mentioning fucking me made my cock twitch and start filling with blood. "No, Master. I didn't come here with the intention of having sex. I came after a workout." "I can feel that, Matthew. You have been sweating a lot. I love that!" Thomas licked my neck, and I shivered and did my best not to moan as I felt him on me. "But that poses a problem for me, Matthew, cos I want you sweaty, but I won't fuck you dirty. I will accept your reason this time, but if this would repeat, I will make you pay for keeping me from taking that pussy of yours. Is that clear?" Fucking hell... Now I really need him to fuck me! "Yes, Master," my voice was weak and husky. "Good." . "Pain or pleasure, Matthew?" Damn... I have been expecting the question since Owen told me about it. Thomas had to be sure Owen would mention it. But I didn't expect to feel these sensations that made me scared and horny at the same time when he asked me. From what I heard, Owen always chose the one he deemed he deserved most. I wanted to try something. "Master, would you be so kind as to choose for me?" I heard him catch his breath. I did my best not to sneer. Instead, pure devotion played on my face. "Are you sure you want me to choose, Matthew?" his rough voice was making me shiver, but something with all this was off. No matter how much I wanted to enjoy it, it was just a fragment of the passion and thrill I was used to when I was with him. "Yes, Master." In all honesty, calling him Master was exciting for the first few times, but now it started to feel redundant... maybe I'm not such a good match for him anyway... He lives for this kind of control, and I loved how we both could control and let go depending on our needs. Even when he was the one predominantly topping me, I could always fight for that control. Just to give it like this felt... boring after a while. If only I could just look up and see his wild eyes hovering over me with lust, I would feel hornier about this. But I already committed. And I was ready to deliver. . "Come with me," Thomas moved and sat down on a leather chair. I stood there looking down. He put a small pillow next to his right foot. "Sit down." I sat on it unceremoniously, hating that I could not look at him. I missed seeing his face. Without it, nothing here was that interesting for me. "First. I don't think this would work, Matt." Oh no... again? "I have had many people under my feet, and I can tell that you are not enjoying this." "Are you enjoying this, Master?" "Don't call me that, Matt. It's making me crazy hearing it." "Isn't that a good thing?" "I told you I don't need to push boundaries for those who don't look for things like that. And I can see you are not into this. It's fine. You can just admit it." "I miss seeing your face." "What?" "It's empty for me without being able to see you. I didn't mind when you covered my eyes while you were fucking me, but being here and only hearing your voice, it's empty. I yearn to see how horny you are when I say the word Master, how your eyes get dim and dark when I rip my shirt off for you, or when you lick my neck cos you are crazy about the way I smell." "Look at me, Matt." I raised my eyes, and the second I saw his face, my dick filled, and I moaned in appreciation. His eyes were cloudy, his lips parted in soft exhales, and the way he was breathing, I knew he was still thinking about the smell of my sweat. "Thank you, Master," I purred. His eyes grew fierce! Seeing that made me sway, and I felt precum run down my slit. Fucking hell, how hot this was for him! How hot it became for me just with this one change. Thomas reached to me and kissed me. "Good boy." I purred on his lips and blinked in a sudden surge of emotions rushing through me. . Fucking hell, how hot this man is for me! "What exactly do you wish to experience here, Matt?" I thought about the best way for me to tell him. I gently took the wrist he held my chain with and stood up slowly. My eyes were pleading. Thomas watched me from behind that stern wall in his eyes but followed me. I walked those few steps backward, thankfully, we were close, so when my right shoulder blade touched the cold steel grid, I could feel that there was space behind my left one. I stepped sideways and watched his eyes darken as I stepped inside and let go of his hand as I knelt next to the bed. "Please don't, you don't know what you are asking for," he had a severe expression. He was fighting with himself like I never saw him before. I think if he didn't hold back so much, he would already be in me! His eyes were wild! "When I told you to do to me what you wanted since that first day, was this it?" "No." "Did you at any point wish for this?" Thomas nodded harshly. "I did." "Then why not?" "Your mental state." My features hardened. "Try me." "You have no idea how the brain acts when imprisoned, Matt." "I do. There is nothing these walls can do to me, Thomas." His eyes peered into mine, reading me like he was trying to see through me. . "What do you mean, Matt?" "When I was eight, it was the first time I realized it. Since I remember, there were times when mom would come home with the most amazing games. We would pack a small bag for me and tell dad I am going somewhere. She would then take me to this storage room. It was our hideout. I think I was maybe four or five the first time, but since that place was familiar even then, I can't be sure if I wasn't there before. Anyway..." I looked around at a simple twin bed with white sheets and a wall behind me. This cell was about eight by eight feet, with one solid wall behind me and a concrete floor. Three walls and a ceiling were made of steel bars. It felt safe in a strange, twisted way. I looked at Thomas; his eyes had so much care in them that I felt warm. "She used to take me there, and we called it our hideout. She told me she always wanted to have a tree house when she was little, but she never had one, so when she got older, she bought this place and made it into one." Maybe I should feel bad talking about it, but honestly, the way she did it brought only fond memories of her in my mind. I smiled. "It was a special place where we would talk and play for hours; we created little projects on a floor similar to this one. There was nothing more than a bed and cabinet and a heater in cold months. But man, the things we created there made me believe I could achieve anything! From a single idea, we built planes, robots, and anything I wanted. But it was a secret. Cos it was a special hideout, and if we told anyone, it wouldn't be only ours anymore." I felt my eyes water now. Understanding why she did it and how she would be treated if anyone found out about it then... "She always came before her work and after, bringing me food and listening about things I created. It took me years to realize she was covering bruises, and walking was sometimes painful for her. I've been there for weeks sometimes. We told dad that I was on some summer camp or school trip, depending on when his next boxing match was. He never cared much anyway. Especially then." . I exhaled. "But as I got older, he wanted to include me in his passion. I was old enough, in his opinion, so that he could train me and for me to watch his matches. Sure, I suppose many eight-year-olds enjoy those kinds of things." I said with revulsion remembering that. "But since then, I did miss our hideout. We went there many times. But we couldn't make it every time. Plus, after I already understood why she used to bring me there in the first place, I couldn't stay there and not think about her... She tried to delay all that fear and trauma as much as she could." "It felt like the safest place on Earth. Thomas, it's one place I am able to visit when I need to go to that damn city. So, no. Your cell doesn't scare me. I feel safe here. I don't want to live here, and still, I prefer waking up next to you, in your bed or mine. And I want to be free in general, but if you are scared about some trauma surfacing -- you don't have to worry about containment." . Thomas moved past me and sat down on the bed. "Come here, Matt," he pulled my head onto his knees and brushed my hair gently back. It felt nice. "Why didn't she leave you with someone?" "There wasn't anyone she could trust not to tell dad. He was a hell of a popular guy. I suppose not even his partner, who spent days in a patrol car with him, would ever guess that once in a while, he goes rampant on a woman half his size and his little boy. I think if she gave me to someone, dad could ask why and then become violent just out of sheer frustration that she was protecting me from him... I don't know, Thomas. I can only guess now." "Are they still together?" "She died when I was in college. Her health was bad even before that. He stopped beating her when I was fifteen when she had her first stroke, but I suppose it was too late by then." I felt sick going back to those memories. "I'm sorry." I shrugged. "Me too." "He is still alive?" "I have no fucking idea, Thomas. I don't speak to him. I worry I could kill him. I am not strong enough to face him." I felt his hands on my head. "I appreciate you told me." I was silent. What should I say to that anyway... "I don't want to become your sub, Thomas, nor your slave. I would like to be part of your life, however." "How?" "First, I want to try what this feels like. The sub-role. I just don't want to get your hopes up." "That's fine; my hopes are dangerously low right now with you." For some reason, we both chuckled at that. "Thanks," I said in pretend sarcasm. Thomas scoffed. "I meant it when I said I love you." "I know," Thomas exhaled. "Yet, you still refuse to be with me." "Yet, you still proclaim being straight." "Can I be just gay for you?" "I don't know, can you?" I was silent. I was not ready to tell him everything yet. I already said more than some closest people knew about me. . Thomas sighed as if he understood my silence. "So you want a trial version being a sub. Why?" "I want to know your world, all of it." "Fine." Just like that?! I raised my head, looking into his eyes. I felt like Christmas came early. I beamed, my grin so wide his soft eyes glistened, and he grinned too. "Really?" I still couldn't believe it. Thomas nodded, amused at my excitement. I clamped my mouth on his and kissed him so happy that he started chuckling. I love that sound! . "So, when do we start?" "Matt, I don't think you completely realize what you're getting yourself into." "Oh no, not this again. Let's just try it!" "Then we need some ground rules." "Can we establish them as we go?" "Some, but not all." "We already talked back then." I purred. I suddenly wanted his cock so much! I told him so, and his eyes blackened. "Go to shower." "Didn't you want me sweaty?" "Matthew, I will make you sweat so much you will beg me to let you rest!" "Yes, Master," I purred with a smile. Thomas grabbed my throat and squeezed harshly. "We will talk after I fill you with my cum. You are sleeping here tonight!" "Here?" I looked around this cell. "Here. I want you waiting here for me when I need to dump my morning load in that throat." "Fuck, yes, Master!" It was way better now that I could look at him. "I don't have any clothes or things with me." "This," Thomas flicked the loose part of the chain, "will be the only clothes you will need for now." "Yes, Master," I groaned, feeling myself getting rock hard. "Black door, over there. Now!" "Yes, Master," I gave him a smirk enjoying the view of his horny face and twitching cock under his pants as I purred those words! . . >>Chapter 30 - Ring of Fire - https://www.patreon.com/posts/my-new-personal-79439762 ________________________________________ As you surely know by now, I have a Patreon page - https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk/about Feel free to check out my other stories as well. If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I.D. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-31 | Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2024 09:58:24 +0100 From: Isabell Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 31 My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 31 - Tell me about your friends *Thomas* I saw his disappointment when I asked him to go to the washroom. But I needed that space. I needed much more space than those few minutes would grant me. I was past confused. I thought about how I tried to run from him time after time, and he just kept coming back. And what was worse, I kept wanting him to. I welcomed him back every time. This was not even stupidity like when I was with Derek. This is a whole other level of self-sabotage. . I could see that he wanted only one thing from me. Release in hard rough fuck... It was cathartic for him, and he didn't think he could find it elsewhere. And I believe that was what he called love... but that was not enough for me. It could be, have I been ten years younger. I would gladly enjoy this madness until it would naturally end. But I knew I couldn't stand more heartbreaks. I was fighting with everything in me not to become a monster, and with each betrayal, I was falling deeper into that hole. I understood that what he was trying to build was toxic fuck-buddies and slapping the word love to it. I genuinely believed he loved what we did, but he didn't know anything about me, other than how I fuck him, to be able to really support that claim. We never talked about anything other than work or sex. But I suppose I don't know anything about him either... So why do I then genuinely believe that I love him? This was so frustrating I couldn't stand it. . I managed to stand and picked up a candle. I watched it momentarily before licking my fingers and killing the flame. How would the future look like if we were together? He would come here, for I don't know how many months or years? Then he would find some other wife material and either break up with me or, worse, try to juggle both of us. That only if there would be only two of us... . I knew myself enough to know I wouldn't be looking for another person. I just don't work that way... so what? I would be fucking him for I don't know how long till we would finally burn out, and then I would look for another partner in my forties? Could Dora even carry a child that late for me? No! I forbade myself from thinking about this after Owen. Or we could get into a worse scenario, and this would be something real. And I would spend the rest of my life sharing him with some woman who would raise his children, and I would be waiting here for him to punish him for it until we grow old? I shook my head, thinking about this with utter desperation. . I put the last candle down and walked to the music room. I sat at the piano, my fingers dancing to its soft melody. There is no future in me loving this man. But I cannot seem to be able to do anything about it. How did I even get here?! . I found him attractive and loved how he carried himself at work. I admired how he treated his colleagues and the people on his team. I loved that he was quirky and didn't have a filter sometimes. I remember gazing at him for hours when he wore those glasses and was immersed in his work. I liked him long before he knelt before me that night. But the way he could make me feel was something I had never experienced, and it was fulfilling me with such intensity that it was scary, especially considering the circumstances. Did he break up with Natasha because of me? Or was I just the nudge that he needed anyway? . I heard him open the bathroom door and come over. By the sound, I suppose, he sat on the couch. "I don't know if I was ever this scared, Matt." I couldn't bear to look at him yet. "Why are you scared, Thomas?" his voice was so gentle and smooth. I loved the sound of it. "I can't really explain it," I whispered. I didn't think I could say anything more than what he already knew. I believe I was open and honest about pretty much everything regarding my feelings for him. Matt took that guitar and again matched my soft melody. I hated how much I loved it... The last person I ever shared my music with was Peter, and after he spent a year dating Hugh and me at the same time, I was so heartbroken that I couldn't bear to look at violin ever since. I suppose it gave me a reason to learn guitar, but I never got over that fear of a person destroying another instrument for me like that... and now this man took the guitar. I already parted with it in my mind. We spent a while there like that. We didn't speak. . "Is it because of Owen?" I looked at him, confused. What does he have to do with us? I can't stand the thought of that person, especially after Matt told me how he explained to him that night with Sam. "No. I wouldn't want to be with him. I believe I hate him at this point more than I loved him back then. Owen doesn't play a crucial role in my life anymore, Matt." "What I meant by that is whether you are afraid to try this with me because you think you cannot trust me, and you're afraid that I will deceive you as he did?" "Why are you asking that?" I still haven't turned to him. "Did every person you loved cheat on you somehow?" I looked at him calmly. "No." "What happened with those that didn't?" I shrugged. "Things people break up for. I broke up with two because I didn't want to be a secret, and they were bi-curious. But I don't know if I should call those relationships. We were young and pretty much exploring our sexuality. Those I did perceive as one ended variously... One moved away, and with the other, Sean, something happened that tore us apart. You know Peter and Owen, who have cheated." "So I am just a collection of everything you despise? I am straight. You are my secret. I was engaged to a woman I cheated on with different women for over two years. Not to mention you." Two years of cheating... I suppose that explains why one needs to buy a place for that... excellent pick, Thomas. Just great... I mocked myself like that would change a single thing. But, I knew it wouldn't... "Yes, not to mention you are trouble," I turned back to the piano. "You love that I am trouble." I grinned. "You're spending too much time with Ross." "Maybe, but maybe I will be able to take you down after a while." I just chuckled, "What a healthy relationship goal." "Are we in a relationship?" Matt's fingers slowed down on the strings just slightly. "I have no idea what we are, Matt." . "Why do we need to label it? Do you need to label everything?" "It helps me understand the world around me. It helps me feel less like a monster." I stopped playing. He noticed that and stopped, also. "Why should you be a monster, Thomas?" "I know that I could be." "Because you are a sadist?" "I am sadist because I try to conceal the part of me that could be cruel and dangerous and find ways to have a release in a less harmful manner." "Thomas, I perceived myself as a monster for many years, and I never cared about my victims as you do." "I'm an adult now, Matt. You were a teenager back then. You don't know me." I started playing again. I never thought of speaking like this while playing before. It soothed me to such a point that I felt like I could tell him everything... it was special but, at the same time, again, scary. "And I didn't have a trauma that built me into an aggressive person as you did. Everyone with your upbringing would have trouble with themselves. I don't have such an excuse. I was born this way. I am not someone I would absolutely despise because I have an amazing family, and one wonderful girl was always there for me." "Dora?" I nodded. "Man, I would be dead if I didn't have four guys having my back my whole life." "Brandon?" Matt started playing again. I loved how those soft tones relaxed me and how he could just match my rhythm without notes. "Yeah, especially him. By the way, he loves you!" "He doesn't know me either, but I like him also," I smiled at the keys. "And I love Dora to bits." "She loves you too." . "We never talked, Thomas. I realized that I don't know so much about you." "I suppose we did, but always about work or sex," I said what I had been thinking before. I turned to look at him. He smiled. "We talked about our opinions. I know that because I could not have such conversations with many people. I love how you view the world and appreciate how you can voice disagreement." Prick... you are just making me dive for you deeper... I haven't even thought about those car rides until now. I remember that I really enjoyed them to the point of having my car in my garage the whole time, even though it was fixed, just to be able to discuss the world around us with him. Listen to him and laugh with him for those twenty to thirty minutes daily. I gave up. I knew I would not be able to make him go away... There was no chance, and I didn't even want that anymore now. . I hugged my chest and turned to look at him with a smile. "Tell me about your friends." I want to know more about you... Matt grinned and started playing at an upbeat tempo. I just turned to him with my whole body and smiled wider. I really liked the way he was glowing now. He seemed relaxed and happy. As if deciding just to be carefree and let the dice roll... I wish I could be so carefree myself. "When I was twelve, this little guy with glasses was jumping over a fence, and I laughed at him. He didn't get mad. He just grinned and told me to do it better. We spent the whole day like that and the next day and so on. His parents were cool people, and I spent a lot of time there. About a year later, his little brother was born. Since then, Brandon has spent much time at home with his family. We still kept in touch, but for like two years, I saw him very little, and he was always in a bad mood. With everything going on at my place, I just didn't feel like bothering him and started hanging out more with John and a few other guys that were free running." "Dawson?" "Yeah, our co-founder. He was great, but I still missed Brandon, and once I went over, I heard shouting. Bran went out with Liam and went for a walk while his parents fought. When he saw me, I was worried that he would get mad. I know I would probably be a dick if someone showed up at my house when Dad was in his mood. But Brandon seemed actually happy to see me, and I joined them." Matt adjusted the guitar as if thinking about it. "Long story short, he was the first person I ever told about Dad, and he told me about his parents. They were both nice, loving, and everything, but they struggled. Two kids, two jobs. They tried to be the best parents but, along the way, just struggled to be good partners. They got divorced, and Brandon was taking it badly, of course. He missed his dad, whom he saw now only over the weekends, and tried his hardest not to blame his mom, so he was venting out on adrenaline rush." . Matt took a deep breath and exhaled as his play slowed down. "Soon after, my mom got that stroke, and I spent my time in school, taking care of her, and running with guys. I couldn't stand being at home when Dad was there. I worried I would kill him if I were at home with him. I seriously thought about it. Especially since he did one-eighty that day at the hospital and stopped boxing completely." I watched his features calmly, feeling so sorry for this man. I had never experienced anything like that. I tried to comprehend that, but all I could feel was sadness, anger, and great respect seeing him before me, knowing how much he'd grown despite all that. "I hated and blamed him, but I was not strong enough to fight him. I believe he felt guilty and became this sad, caring husband. Everyone was saying what a great guy he was, and that hypocrisy of everything was just making me livid." He looked at me and calmed himself. He tried to smile. I smiled at him, trying to give him support. "Brandon understood that, and we shared our rage. We were skating and free running mostly at that time. John liked to hang out with us; he was always fun to be around, and he had this amazing talent to make us laugh even when we were furious." he smiled a bit wider. . "In that time, we were about fifteen going on sixteen, and this posh-looking kid kept coming to our spot and watching us. John came to him once and asked if he wanted to join us. Nate." Matt played a unique tone while giving me a gentle smile. I smiled back again and let my arms fall to my knees. "He was really bad at first, but damn, that kid was driven! Actually, he was the one who taught the three of us to persist and grow. I suppose if Nate had never come to that park, I would probably still be living in that city, doing some manual work and hating my life. Who knows, maybe I would be happy in some way, but for sure, I wouldn't be this successful." "Why do you think so?" Matt grinned. "Nate came with his best friend one day. Man, you should meet Daniel! I think you two would speak the same language. He is strict but kind and is this proper guy with an edge. Not to mention he is dark-haired and bulky and started growing a beard a few months back." Matt winked at me, and I couldn't decide whether to chuckle or frown. The way he said it was really amusing. I don't care that much, though, about how people look. "But Nate and Daniel were both from affluent families. I suppose they shouldn't even be able to go to our part of town, but they craved something more. Nate definitely did. And Daniel would always be there for him." "We started hanging out more and more, and after some time, ... well after Michelle, to be precise... we slowly started to share things we were dealing with. John kept making up these games, and soon we all started as well." "What kind of games?" Matt grinned. "All sorts... From downright stupid to life-preserving... it mainly opened us up between each other. We were able to share things that bothered us this way, and since only four people knew each of us this well, we became inseparable." . Matt knock on the guitar before playing another soft beat. "This was the reason I even went to college. Nate and Daniel were going for sure, but the rest of us had no means for that nor the opportunity. But those two refused to split the group! By then, we were starting the last year, so we already gave up the idea. But Nate and Dan drilled our nights and days until our grades were excellent so we could get accepted to some no-name colleges and get scholarships. We all applied to the same ones and went to the one that took all of us." Matt put his hand into his palm and laughed before he shook his head and continued. "But that was a huge issue for their families. For one, neither of their parents knew about the three of us, and both families had pre-planned futures for them. So, random no-name college was not an option for their precious heirs. But it not like there was a chance for me to go to Harvard." Matt laughed. "We, of course, applied, though." He chuckled and shook his head again. I wanted to ask who paid for that, but I suppose Nate or Daniel. In the end, it was not worth interrupting him. This sounded like such a beautiful friendship. I listened in awe. . "Nate practically ran away from home, and Daniel's parents gave up after some time. I think, mainly after they saw how seriously Nate meant it. I don't know all the details, but they pretty much threw away huge life-changing opportunities for us three peasants. And they never-ever threw it in our faces. Never!" "But they were relentless about keeping our grades in check. Since we were on scholarship, we had no choice but to excel, and Daniel nor Nate would ever let any of us slip." Matt sighed and slowed down his tune. As if remembering. "But we needed release from all that stress. So, we kept pushing ourselves constantly. We never had enough, and no idea wasn't worth trying at least once. Thankfully, we were athletes, so we were more into movement than drugs. Plus, Nate couldn't stand them well, and since he wasn't doing them much, we weren't either. But we were in fights like two or three times a week at some point," Matt stopped, and I saw his face slowly crumble. Then he exhaled and smirked at me as if he just wanted to turn the page. . "When Nate ran away from home, we were eighteen, and Nate and Daniel rented a small house near our college, so we had the perfect place for our passions, and we used to sit on the carpet and just create little schemes and projects as a part of the fun. We could monetize much of that even during college, thanks to Nate, who was seriously a genius in things like this. I think he could have been anything he wanted if..." I saw something shift. I didn't understand what was happening, but Matt's face looked like he was fighting tears at one point. I looked gently at him, and he just smiled. . He forcefully played a few fast, nearly jovial accords and smiled. "That's when we started building this company. It actually started with all of them, but when we were in our twenties, something bad happened, and Nate didn't want to go into that. Brandon and Daniel wanted to start their own things. So we once sat down and talked about it. We agreed that we would always be friends and that we didn't need to be attached in everything. So only me and John went into this one. Nate is now project manager as that is the least ambitious thing he can do with his skills and drive, I think," he laughed at his own joke. "Daniel has his own company, and Brandon just sold his fourth. We still see each other once or twice a month at least, and I would die for any of them within a heartbeat." Matt played the last theatrical accords and finished the spoken song about his best friends with a grin. I smiled. . "That is beautiful." "Sure, I told you mainly the nice parts of it." "What are those ugly ones?" Matt sighed but then just smiled at me. "What about your song?" I chuckled, "My song?" He laid down the guitar and looked at me meaningfully. "For real?" "Yeah." . I chuckled. "You really like playing games, do you, Matt." "You do too, Tommy." "I don't like when people call me Tommy." "Why is it not strict and proper enough?" Matt said In a deep, mocking voice. I just chuckled again. "Fine." . I turned to the piano. "Only my mother and Dora call me Tommy." I played for a moment without speaking, collecting my thoughts. Matt raised his leg on the couch and leaned against the backrest. I could see that he kept gazing at me. He watched my arms and fingers dancing over the keys. "Friendships?" I looked at him. "Sure, you can start with anything." "Okay." The song got a bit upbeat. "I suppose people find the best long-lasting friendships when they are young. Kids can be cruel, but they are at the same time most open-minded before we drill in them our fears and prejudices." I looked at the blue ceiling that Dora had painted. "And then there are those people who can keep that open mind throughout life," I smirked. "When I was growing up, I was always fascinated by people. How they feel things and why. I was fascinated by pain as it was something that could make the calmest person cringe. I wasn't harming anyone on purpose just to watch them suffer; I was taught compassion from an early age, and I genuinely cared for the well-being of others. However, when I saw them cry, it felt fascinating to me." . "Dora lived just next door to us, and we often played together ever since we were little. She was the first to point out what I was feeling, and she didn't judge me for it. She said that as long as I am not harming anyone, I am a good person." "I had many friends, but I was more of an introvert. I could have fun with many people, but only Dora really knew me. But then life went on, and I met Lee and Noah. We were wrestling together and later started with MMA together. So I think these are the three people I would call my friends." . "How did you start wrestling?" "It started just with this nice teacher who owned a studio nearby, and he was doing these martial arts lessons, which I think was more like jumping and running around at that age. But then, as I was growing, the lessons advanced, of course. When I was about six, I started taking it really seriously and progressed quickly. Later, I added wrestling and MMA when I was fifteen. I found early on that I could be much more in control of my urges in training like that." "When you spar, you always care about your opponents because you know them and you know how to manage your strength. However, I refused to get into competitive fighting, and my coach was very upset about that back then. Until he saw me once beat down my opponent after he forced me into a match. I believe he alone was then afraid of me. He never mentioned it again after that." Matt checked out my body... "Damn, what would happen if we'd met at that age...?" "If you tried to pick a fight with me? Nothing good, especially if I was there with Noah or Lee. I liked to hang out with them back then. We still do. We meet three times a week to spar. But it's much more laid back now. Back then? Man... the five of you would be doomed." "Don't underestimate us, Tommy." "I suppose we'll never know, but I am pretty sure you wouldn't stand a chance." Matt scoffed. I just smirked. Not like we can find out now. . "What about Ross?" "I met him at one party when I was in college. He was there with his cute roommate. He looked like Derek in a way. So I watched them. Both were openly gay, and I was already quite wild and skilled in seducing and taming gay guys I liked. Back then, Ross was a jock, wore leather jackets, and was ripped. I loved that and watched them for a while until they came after me. Now, that night was fun!" I chuckled. "Did you sleep together?" "Not then. We were all hitting on each other until we realized that we all are tops, and neither ever bottomed and is not willing to. I suppose Ross with his roommate thought they would top me, and I hoped to top them or at least share one with the other." "You thought you could top both?" I shrugged with a smile. "I did that before. I was fine with sharing the bottom, and I already topped guys stronger than me, and in threesomes, people are often more likely to experiment. Especially those guys seemed like they loved it rough. We actually ended up in their room laughing our asses off and talking about it. We didn't have sex, but I spent the night. We drank, laughed, and shared stories. I told them about the DS scene, and both got really intrigued by it. We shared more than a couple of subs in our times, and they introduced me to Ben." . "Dora, Lee, and even Noah went to different colleges, so we weren't obviously as tight as you." I winked at him. "But we hang out every summer break and stayed in touch over the years. So these are kind of my friend group. But mostly Dora and Noah. I think you could say that Ross, as well... we were even roommates for the last year of college." "When we were adults, we saw each other occasionally, but I can say that we were as close with Ross or Lee as you had been with your gang. I really like that. It sounds special." . "After I broke up with Peter, I couldn't live in that house we shared. Lee had lived with his now-wife already, and Noah was abroad. I wanted to find something cheap since I was saving for a house and met Ross by accident. He told me to move to his house until I found something of mine. Actually, we were living together for quite a long time." "Why didn't you date him?" "Ross? At that point, he was more like a brother to me. I mean, we could share someone sometimes, but I couldn't really imagine having sex with him one-on-one." "What about Lee or Noah?" "Lee is straight and now has two kids. We still spar regularly, and he is amazing. I think you would like him." "I would love to meet him." I looked at him but kept playing. . "Lastly, after I moved out of Ross's, I found this place, and I love it. Across the street lives this couple. Barbara and Jonas." I started laughing, remembering. "One day, they came to welcome me in the neighborhood, and I could see Barbara wearing a day collar. I believe people unfamiliar with it would not always notice it, but I got interested and invited them for dinner. I lived back then with Sean, who also wore his, and even though we all appeared normal, we all had this hunch." "I then saw Jonas use a hand gesture, and when Barbara automatically reacted to it, I did the same. It was actually a fascinating experience. We all knew at that point, so we naturally progressed in that fashion. By the night's end, I showed them my dungeon, and since then, we have bonded. It's not like we share our deepest fears and struggles, but we are quite close." "When I was with Owen, we had the best dinners. Actually, I should tell you that Jonas saw you that night at Christmas, and he was absolutely smitten by you." I laughed. "Great..." I looked at Matt and saw him getting red. "Aren't they straight?" "Both are pansexual. They have more of a caring 24/7 relationship." He looked a bit confused. "Right, they are in dominant and submissive roles all the time. Even in public, but Jonas is a very nice dominant." I thought for a minute and then also finished my story with a pleasant short tune. I smiled. . "Did you ever sleep with them?" "Jonas and Barbara?" Matt nodded. "We had many shared plays, and both are open to consensual sharing, but no, I never even kissed Barbara." "What about Jonas?" "I think Jonas and I would have hot sex, but we are both strictly tops. We kissed a few times but only in the heat of sex with our partners." "You never even considered it?" "What?" "Taking Barbara." "First, it's not polite to just take someone else's slave. Second, no, I never really felt comfortable with that." "Did any of your subs?" "Jonas offered this once. Barbara really liked Owen, but neither of us two wanted that." I watched him. Would that be tempting for him? Seeing a female sub? I suppose it's another thing to deal with when one plays with a straight man... "I am getting hungry. Come, Matt." I stood up. . Matt returned the guitar to its place. I smiled at the care he showed for the instrument. "I miss seeing you smile. You smiled all the time back in the office." "I suppose I don't want to get my hopes up." "Still, you can't help it." "I try," I looked at him softly. "If I were gay, would you be able to enjoy this freely?" "Matt, if you were gay, I wouldn't let you go." "Why is it such an issue when I let you top me anyway?" "You tell me, Matt." We stopped in front of the cage. "I don't think it should be an issue." "Are you at least willing to accept that you are bi?" "No." I smirked. "Why is accepting that you are bi such an issue when you are letting me top you anyway?" Matt chuckled. "Cos I am not." "Then you see my issue, Matt. You wouldn't be happy with me. I wouldn't be ever enough." "You again talking like any of this doesn't even make a difference." "It doesn't. You will never be satisfied with living under me, and I will never be satisfied with being your secret." "Then what are we doing here?" "Indulging our curiosities. You can see what it could be like being loved by a gay sadist, and I, on the other hand, know what it could be like to be loved by a troubled straight man who brings me joy and chaos. I do not have expectations, and neither should you. " I closed the door and told him I would return with the meal shortly. . . >> Chapter 32 - Look, Daddy is here ________________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading. I will try to get this book to a point when I can post sequels without many spoilers (Own-Me, Why Him of All People, Sparkles, Menace, as these all have important appearances of this couple two years later) As you may know, I have a Patreon page where this book is already available finished. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-13 | Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2023 14:54:11 +0100 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant (13) __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 13 - Suits and shirts It took one call. In some ways, it's great how money can get you places. I've sent the time and address to Thomas. Brandon was watching something downstairs, and I thought, what will be now? I still need to think about what I want to do with Natasha. I cared about her. I didn't feel like cheating on her, yet I knew I wanted to explore this thing with Thomas more. Still, the thought alone of becoming gay was intimidating as hell. There was no way I could do that. I couldn't care less what people would think. It was something within me that couldn't cope with this idea. I couldn't explain it, but it was stronger than me. I still refused to admit that. I love sex, and this was the first time I could let my primal urges show in sex. So, of course, it's appealing to me. The rest of the day went uneventfully, and I woke up on Brandon's couch the next morning. I borrowed Brandon's shirt and got ready to meet Thomas. Of course, he was early again. Waiting patiently at the entrance as I stepped out of my car. He looked at me with a stern look. "I don't think this is necessary." "What?" "Are we going here?" he pointed to the shop behind him. "Yes." "Why?" "You told me yourself. I destroyed your favorite suit. So I am going to buy you a new one." "Suit from this place is a couple of thousand dollars, Matt." "Yes." "How did you even get an appointment so fast?" "I am a good customer." "Matt, I have enough money. I don't need you to buy me expensive suits and take me to Michelin-star restaurants." "Maybe I just like seeing you treated well." I went past him, heading to the entrance when I felt his hand gently resting on my elbow. This light, sudden touch was enough to make my breath halt for a second. "Matt, stop." I looked at him. "Look, I am flattered, but this is making me uncomfortable. I am not your mistress, Matt. You don't need to treat me with such luxury. I am your employee. Not to mention, this suit will take a year to make. We won't even know each other that long." I remained calm. "Noted." I looked at my watch. "Let's go. I don't want to be late." We stepped in, and I greeted Mitchel. He was the owner and a delightful man. I explained that I had destroyed Thomas's favorite suit and decided to buy him a worthy replacement. Thomas introduced himself, and he was charming as ever. We went through the fabrics, and Mitchel with Thomas spoke about Thomas's idea. I had a single condition. I wanted it to be dark blue. Thomas smiled and agreed. Sitting there and watching Mitchel and his assistants take Tomas's measurements was satisfying for some reason. It took us quite some time to be done, and then Mitchel took out his diary to give us an appointment for the first fitting. He went too far, in my opinion, and I just had to stop him. "Mitchel, I think we could make it sooner." He looked at me in surprise. Thomas just stood there. I felt his eyes watching me. Mitchel politely explained that their waiting list is long and there's a certain time needed for the suit to be perfect. I agreed, yet I wouldn't back down. It took a while to reach a date suitable for us both, and even though he didn't tell me the exact sum, I was sure it would cost a lot. I didn't care. I needed this win. By the time we shook hands, Mitchel had the broadest smile I'd ever seen on him. "Thomas, have you brought my laptop, by the way?" "Of course, it's in my car." Did he come here by car? Since when is his car fixed? Damn it! I wanted to drive him home. I leaned closer to Mitchel and quietly asked him. "I need to discuss some sensitive matters with my assistant. Could we use this room for some time, please?" "Of course, Mr. Sanders." They closed the door, and I turned to him. "I still think this wasn't necessary. But, yet, thank you." "I would buy this whole shop just to be able to rip these clothes off of you and fuck you here." he blinked at that, and the vein on his neck drew me closer. "That wouldn't be a good investment." "It would be worth it to me." "I think you are now letting your dick make the decisions. That's not wise. Plus, I thought you dealt with that urge yesterday." "What do you mean?" "Didn't you fuck someone yesterday?" "Why do you care?" I was about one step away from him at this point. "Why would you think I do?" "You look like you do." I stopped about two inches from his nose. I heard his breathing fasten. "Where are they so long?" he looked at the door. "I told them to leave us. They will be gone for as long as we need." I watched the damn bulging vein on his neck. "Then maybe you should call them." "Do you really want me to? "We had a deal, Matt." he looked earnestly into my eyes. "Fuck you with your deal, Thomas. I want to kiss you so bad I think I will go crazy!" "I don't need this, Matt." he hissed. "What exactly?" I touched that vein, traveling with it along his neck. "Stop it, Matt." "No." He grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. Yet he didn't let go of it and kept holding me like this. The point of contact between our hands was sending waves to my dick. And I could see he was feeling the same. He stood like this for too long. I grabbed his neck with my free hand and pulled him into my mouth. He replied immediately, sucking my breath out of my lungs as I attacked him. I felt his hand on the back of my head, he pulled strands of my hair to get me away, but I was not having that. He pulled harder and stepped back. I growled in need and frustration. Fucking prick! "Stop it. I mean it." He put his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. "Fuck you." "Not this time Matt." He looked at me seriously. Again I could see that restraint in him. "Calm down." He stepped back again, unhanding me. I missed his touch. "I don't think we can work together, Matt." "It's not about being able to work together, and you know that." "Would you even be able to concentrate on work if I were in the same room?" "Don't flatter yourself." "Don't lie to yourself." He shook his head and got dressed. "I will go now, Matt." I watched him leave. Heard his thanks and goodbyes, and then the door closed. I was seriously pissed at that moment. So I went out and sorted everything needed, thanked everyone, and said my goodbyes, but I stormed out of there as fast as possible. I was halfway on my way to Brandon's when Thomas called. "I still have your laptop." "Mister Perfect forgot something this important?" "Where are you?" "On my way." "To where? I will bring it to you now." "Your house." "No." "Yes." "Matt, this is a bad idea. I am really riled up. Don't push me now!" "Fuck, you just made me even harder!" "Fuck you," his voice sounded coarse. "We are not finished, Thomas! I am heading to your house." "I need to go back to the office." "You don't. I need that laptop, and you need me just as much as I need you." I hung up and stepped on it. I stepped out of my car and waited for him on doorstep. It took him maybe five more minutes to come. He parked and stared at me from behind the steering wheel. Finally, he stepped out, and he looked scary. He bashed into me and slammed me into his doorframe. I hissed and smiled. With his free hand, he unlocked the door and opened it, throwing me inside. Damn right, this is not over! "Whose shirt is that?" He slammed the door behind him. "Why? Are you jealous?" I stood there proudly defying him. He stopped his steps with a cold, hard look. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his vest, hanging them on the hook behind him. Then he started to slowly roll his sleeves up. I just watched him as if in a trance. "Who did you fuck?" "How do you know I didn't let someone fuck me?" He froze and pierced me with his eyes turning dark. So this is your trigger. I should be scared now. I knew it, yet my fucked up brain craved more! Somehow the pain and fear were like a drug for me, and with Thomas, it felt cathartic and safe. I needed this man! "You are not going to tell me?" "No. I will let it eat you alive." "Was he there yesterday when I called?" He hasn't specified if he was asking about the owner of this shirt or the guy I presumably fucked, so I haven't really lied when I said with a smirk that he indeed was. I made sure to emphasize the "he" part. "Is that his shirt?" He still hasn't specified. I had to grin at that. I think I will need to buy a new one for Brandon, as this shirt is probably doomed. "Yes. You see, mine was ripped." "Right." He pulled out his belt, which did give me goosebumps, and I started contemplating how much I wanted to anger this man. Still, there was no way I would back down. "How did you know it's not my shirt?" He wrapped the belt around his hand, watching me. I stood there defiantly with a smirk on my face. He put it on the small table near the entrance and started unbuttoning his shirt. I watched his slowly exposing chest. I was pumped up and couldn't breathe for a good minute. He smirked. I fucking love his body! "I've seen all shirts you wore these weeks I worked for you. I could see the pattern, and you never wore anything like this." "Maybe I bought it for this occasion." "Whatever hotel you are staying in is not a cheap one. So if you bought one, it would've been according to your standards." "That's true. You really paid good attention to me, Thomas. Why?" Only two buttons left... my cock was leaking and forcing itself out of my pants. "You are an interesting person." "That's not the reason, is it?" Last button. For fuck' sake, take that thing off! "No. I wanted to fuck you since that weird meeting we had the first time." I grinned and looked into his eyes. Got you! "Take off that pants." his voice was chilling. Then I realized it. My briefs were Brandon's as well! Now, I didn't know if I was this turned on or scared, expecting the worst. He knew I was not freeballing and probably had that question on his mind since he saw my shirt. He does care. And he cares a lot! He slowly removed his cufflinks. And placed them on the small table. Then slipped his shirt down his shoulders and pulled his arm from his sleeve in such an elegant and beautiful fashion I just watched him mesmerized. Fuck, that man is gorgeous. He watched with satisfaction me watching him. He finally took the shirt off. He had bruises all over his torso. Most healed already, but some of them remained here and there. He looked hot as hell itself. He folded his shirt loosely on that table. "I told you to take them off," he repeated, bringing me back to reality. I was worried that this may cross the line just a bit too much. Yet there isn't much choice, given I want to have sex with him. Fuck... Thomas must have guessed already. "You are shaking, Matt." "Am I? Maybe I am just so thrilled to see you." "You are not going to undress?" Did he stay over there on purpose? "You have his underwear on, do you?" "Yes." I looked worried but defiant into his eyes. That vein on his neck was bulging. "Right... I want to hear his name." "Why?" "I will be haunting you with that name the whole time I will fuck you, and you will cry under me. I will make you tell me everything you did to him and he did to you." "Not gonna happen." There isn't much to say anyway but damn sure I will not be telling him about Damien telling me that I nearly raped him. "We will see about that, slut." Fuck! Did he say slut? No! I turned towards his bedroom in fright. Fuck! "Do you remember your safe word?" "Like hell you'd hear that from me, cunt!" "Matt, I will stay here until you confirm that you know it and approve what will happen here." I breathed heavily, turned on to absolute madness. "Fucking Lady, you cunt." With that, he smirked in the most devious way I'd ever seen, and I was now fully aware that I was shaking badly. "Good. Are you going to go alone, or do I need to drag you there?" It would be wiser to go alone. I knew that well, but I was not wise. I was horny and hungry for that pain. "I think we both know what we both want." He smiled wider. Taking that belt and throwing it on the ground somewhere behind me. I looked at it without a clue what that was about. Not like I had any time to think about it now. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-16 | Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2023 09:38:54 +0200 From: I Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 16 __________________________________________ Hello dear readers. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only, and I kindly ask you not to repost this story without my permission. Please consider donating to nifty https://donate.nifty.org/ __________________________________________ Chapter 16 -- Merry Christmas . . The rest of the week at Brandon's was pure mocking hell. He wouldn't give me a day without some mention about my chest hair, and he saved the video from our call safely so he could show it to me like five times a day, pointing out how cute I looked when Thomas laughed. I didn't tell him that the mere sound of Thomas's laugh was worth his teasing, and I watched it willingly each time. Of course, pretending I am furious about it. It was hard to admit I missed Thomas, but I knew I did. I worked from Brandon's, but it wasn't the same. We exchanged emails and texts with Thomas and attended meetings this way, but it felt cold and distant. He didn't even want to speak to me over the phone much. But that wasn't the worst part. I hated the fact that I couldn't even jerk off. I thought it would be fine, and at first, it was manageable, but then, once, in the shower, I couldn't stand it and started fingering myself, remembering him fucking me after he waxed my ass. Thomas was so fucking horny then, rough and caring, switching it so I couldn't tell what to expect the next minute. As I was thinking about it, I felt so close to shooting that it hurt. I had to turn the shower to cold out of desperation. . My phone rang. I jumped like a teenager and frowned upon seeing the caller ID. Bran looked at me, seeing the screen and my troubled look. "You not going to pick up again?" "I don't know what I should tell her." "I understand, but this is cruel, man." "Fuck... okay." I answered, feeling sick to my stomach... I am the worst. "Hi." "Hi, Mattew." We were silent for a moment. I didn't want to be mean to her. She didn't do anything wrong, and I felt terrible. "Hi... Look, I am sorry. I shouldn't have run like that." I palmed my forehead and tried to find better words... Natasha sighed. "No... but I understand that sometimes life is just too much." Damn, woman... don't be so understanding. Can't you be a bitch so I can be mad at you more than I am at myself? "Yeah, I suppose you are right." "I was talking with Grace." I had to think there, who the fuck is Grace...? No idea... "What did you talk about?" Not that I care, but what should I say to that? "She told me that Mitch did the same a few months before the wedding. Like he had cold feet but didn't want to do something stupid, she told me he also went to his friend and stayed there for nearly a month. Grace almost broke the engagement. She was so hurt and furious... " I started to drift away as she kept talking... "And now they are happy. He just needed the time. It was just too much for him." "Right." "I want to give you that space, Mattew, but I miss you." "Yeah..." I didn't think of you the whole week. I am bad as can be for you, woman. "You know, with the wedding coming up and your work, I know it can be stressful, but we should try to deal with it together. I want to be there for you." . Guilt. Enormous guilt was all I felt. Promises I feel like I am supposed to keep, yet I couldn't stand the thought of what that means in real life. "Natasha, I don't even know if I want to go through with this." "I understand. I have the same thoughts sometimes." I doubt that very much... "Could you just come home?" she continued. "How long did Mark stay at his friend's?" "Mitch?" "Yeah, Mitch." "About a month." "Could you also give me a month?" "What about Christmas?" "You going to visit your parents, no?" "You won't be coming?" "I will spend Christmas with Brandon. You know so that he won't be alone." Brandon looked at me with eyebrows so high it would look nearly comical if I didn't feel like shit. I really didn't want to deal with her. . "Mattew... did I do something wrong?" "No. I know it sounds cliché, but it's me, not you. I have things I need to deal with by myself." "I don't understand..." "I am sorry I cannot tell you more now." "Is there some other woman?" "No, no other woman." Brandon facepalmed. Natasha was quite obviously hurt. I knew she would cry soon. I couldn't bare it. "I am sorry, Natasha. I will hang up." "I love you, Mattew." "Bye now, say hi to your parents..." And the award for the biggest, cruel dick goes to... . Fuck! My life is screwed. Nothing makes sense now. Will I now start wearing sneakers and colorful shirts at 37 like Bran? Damn... if I become like Brandon, I will kill myself. "If you are staying here for Christmas, you are getting pair of pink clamps as a present." "Fuck you!" "Man, seriously?" "What will you do at Christmas?" "Obviously, getting drunk with my best buddy." "Thank you." "Man..." Brandon just patted me on the shoulder. . I started going over to my office. It was better that way, as we were in that loft all the time. I bought new clothes and got into my usual routine. Even went back to the gym. It was a good thing that I loved my work. Monday morning, I got a message from Thomas. T: Hi, Matt. Can we talk for a minute? M: Sure, what's up? T: I will have time off from the 23rd and return to the office on the 13th. I will prepare everything for you so that you won't have a hard time with the administration. M: Fuck the administration! T: Are you ok? M: No. I am horny as fuck! T: Right M: Will you be at yours at Christmas? T: No, I will fly home for the holidays. M: When is your flight? T: 23rd at noon. T: What will you do over Christmas? M: Brandon and I are getting drunk at his. T: What about Natasha? M: She goes to her family every year. T: You are not joining her? M: Obviously not T: Well, then, I hope you will enjoy your holidays. M: Sure, you too. I wanted to write something witty or deep, something meaningful, but the thought that he would be gone was just sad. I kind of hoped he would be alone at home and I would come over. Selfish and silly? Sure... and? I suppose that's the new me. Fuck! "Mr. Sanders?" A girl from the front desk knocked on my door. "Yeah?" "Courier is here for you. But he needs your signature." "Right, I will be down in a minute. Thanks." M: I need to go. See you, Thomas. T: Of course. Bye, Matt. I locked my screen and went to the lobby. The guy handed me a package. I signed it and returned to my office. What is that? Yes! I opened it like an excited little boy. Inside was a sleek, elegant box. I opened it, and a heavy silver chain shined on me. I took it out and marveled at that craftsmanship. It was just perfect! If Thomas will have me, we will be regular customers! . . . . Dec. 22nd, 2019: It was a little after ten o'clock in the evening. I called Thomas. He picked up. "Matt?" "Come to the window." "I seriously hope you are joking." "Look, I will not knock or come in." "Then what do you want?" "Just to see you. I have a present for you." "Why?" "Thomas, just come." "I can see you." "I don't see you." "Good." "Can you turn on the light, please?" "No." "Why?" "I don't want to." "Fuck, I miss hearing your voice." Thomas got quiet for a moment. "You are one strange breed, Matt." "I am constantly horny." "I believe you." "Can you turn on the light? Just for a moment." "Would that help you be less horny?" "No," I chuckled, "But it would help me immensely." "How do you usually deal with being horny?" Fuck! That tone of his voice made my dick steer. "Take your dick out, and I will tell you," I whispered brashly. Thomas was quiet for a moment, and then he must have put the phone to the zipper cos I clearly heard him unzip his pants and take that cock out. "Tell me, then." "I think about you in the shower every day." "What are you thinking about, Matt?" "Something else every time. Today I was thinking about that Friday we spent at your house." "Lingerie?" "Yeah," my throat got dry. "You've crossed all lines I thought I had that day." "You looked hot in that black lace." "I nearly cummed seeing you in that blue one." "I remember," he said slowly in that fucking deep horny voice. He was making me crazy here. "I also remember that you gave me quite a show." "That was embarrassing! I don't dance." "It was hot. How uncomfortable you were and how you dealt with that was fucking arousing." "Are you now stroking that veiny cock, Thomas?" "Yeah." "Fuck! I wish I could see that." "If you could see that, the whole street would see it as well," I heard a slight smile in his voice. "Touché. I love your cock, however... Those veins are driving me mad. And that big head. I wish I could jerk now." "You can." "Can I?" "Sure, you just can't cum." "Fucker." "Continue, Matt." "My dick hurts. It's so hard!" "Tell me why?" "I want to fuck, Thomas!" "Tell me more about your shower tonight." "I was fucking horny, as I am daily now. I couldn't touch my cock. It's getting too dangerous." "My poor boy," he purred into my ear. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. This talk was taxing. I thought I would just rip my clothes off here and spray his driveway with my load. "Fuck you," I hissed. "What did you do then, Matt?" "I have this oil there. Now I use it mainly on fingering my ass, thinking about what I would do to you or let you do to me." "What were you thinking about tonight? What would I do to you?" "Fuck... Thomas, your voice. I can hear how horny you are." "Yes, I am. Now tell me, boy." "I fingered myself while I thought about that day, how you grabbed me from behind." "After you danced for me?" "Yeah. You ripped those silk stockings on me." "Yes, you were shivering like a leaf. You were so hungry for my dick." "I was horny as fuck back then. I am now even more." I remembered the anticipation as my exposed ass waited for his cock. The way he ripped it... My cock hurt so much now, straining against the clothes. I wanted to shoot badly! "I grabbed you by the throat and rammed my dick into that sloppy hole." "Yeah! You were pounding me mercilessly." "You had clamps on your nipples then, right?" "Damn, I forgot! Yeah, you fucking ripped them off just as I cummed!" "You cummed a lot that day." "You did too." . "Come closer, Matt." "Which window?" "Left." I came over, desperately looking for him. "I still don't see you." "I see you just fine. Take that cock out." "Thomas, I am on the street, and it's freezing." "Show it to me, boy." "For fuck's sake, Thomas. Your voice is so rough!" "Now." "You getting close, are you?" "Yes." I breathed heavily. "Okay. I need to put this somewhere," I looked around and put the box on the mat in front of his door, returning to that window. It was strange not seeing him, knowing he sees me. It was arousing, but the fact that I couldn't cum was killing me. "Fuck!" I heard him moan when I took my poor, leaking, throbbing cock out. The streetlight was strong enough for him to see it perfectly. Him and anyone else who would look in this direction. I looked like a creep masturbating next to someone's house. The humiliation was distracting, yet the fact that he was watching, jerking that beautiful dick of his, was so hot I couldn't care less within a few seconds. "You know, anyone can see me now, standing here with my hard dick out, right?" "Yeah." "And you love it." "Yeah. Stroke it." "What if I cum?" "You are not getting a free pass, boy. Make sure you don't cum. You will be jerking that cock until I will shoot." "Fucker," I started slowly fisting my dick, trying with everything in me not to cum. This was pure torture. Now not even the cold air wasn't much help now. I could hear his rough breathing in my ear--his silent moaning and groans. "Closer, boy." I stepped right to the window, bracing my hand against it before returning to that designated torture of jerking my horny cock without relief. "You are killing me here, Thomas." I was so close I needed to keep stopping with every trust and breathe through it so that I won't cum all over his window. "I am close, boy!" Why did he have to say it? I was slowly losing it. My whole body was shaking, and I had to pinch my balls to stop myself from coming. He must have seen that, cos at that moment I heard his rugged breathing and a loud moan that was partly heard from behind the window. I saw a little smudge on his window and then another. Fuuuck me!! His breathing was fast and erratic after that. I slammed my fist into the wall in front of me. I was breathing shallowly. "Good boy." I purred, hearing that. "You usually kiss me after you say that." . "You can put that cock back in your pants, my beautiful whore." I tilted my head back and breathed out before I complied. I stood like that for a little while when I realized I didn't hear anything from my phone anymore. I looked at it and found out Thomas had hung up on me. "Damn it. I wanted to wish you Merry Christmas." I said aloud to myself, disappointed, putting my phone in my pocket. "Merry Christmas, Matt," I heard behind me. . I turned around, and there he stood. He had a loose black t-shirt and baggy slacks on. I never saw him so dressed down, yet he looked scorching hot. I couldn't help but grin. He came to me and kissed me. My hands shot in reflex to his jaw and the back of his head, pulling him desperately closer to me. We kissed for some time. I didn't even care if anyone could see us. I was just so immersed in kissing this man. I've missed him so much! . He let go of me and stepped back. "Goodbye, Matt. Enjoy the holidays." "You too," I said with a dazed smile. I watched him as he turned, picked up his present, and left with a smile. . ________________________________________________________________________________ I have a Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk. You can see the story's progression here under the tag My New Personal Assistant, or here is a link to each individual chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/table-of-content-79544836 Feel free to check out my other stories as well. https://www.patreon.com/posts/hyperlinks-to-74616203 If you would like to have access to more chapters and content, consider becoming my patron or follower. Thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you will enjoy my work and more will come in time. I. Dusk |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-5 | Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:58:22 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 5 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. I usually have multiple stories going. A lack of feedback on a particular story means I may stop writing it. If you do provide feedback, tell me what you want to happen. I have an idea, but I'm curious what readers think should happen to Coby/Davey and his dad. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 5 Coby/Davey My dad never called me Coby again, I was summoned the next morning to the house. The Latin barber was back. He took me to a room I had only seen when free. It was the sterile treatment room for sick slaves our vet used. The barber had me lay back and secured my arms, legs, and head. I couldn't move. Then he rubbed gel on my throat and gave it a few minutes. I could feel my throat grow numb as the gel dried. He tattooed my throat manually and then used a device right under the tattoo. It hurt, even with the numbing. But when I saw it, I began to cry. It said David and had my slave number. Only lifers ever had throat tattoos. It was meant to ensure they could never pass for free again. Master I had often thought about having a house slave. One boy dedicated to serving me in my home and attending to all wifely duties as well. Someone always available if I needed a massage, a blowjob, a fuck, a rimjob, or a place to piss. A tight young hole and smooth body whose entire existence depended on pleasing his master. I had never done it in part because I didn't want my son to get the wrong idea about his father. The younger generation didn't understand that using a slave was no different than using any other object. But now my son was gone. I looked at Davey. And I could tell my guest was admiring him as well. The throat tattoo let me get rid of those horrible slave shorts. As long as it and the collar were visible, the boy was unmistakable as property. I had the boy dressed in one of my son's old jockstraps and nothing else. Without a doubt, he was the best looking chattel I had ever owned. My dick began to harden imagining his pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Imagining him struggling under me again as I fucked his slave pussy. Imagining the disgust on his face as he swallowed my salty warm piss. I would still need him to work the fields some and knew I would still enjoy the variety of slave boys I owned. But he would definitely serve me well. Coby/Davey After the tattoo, everything changed. My time in the fields was almost non-existent. Every moment of every day was focused on serving my master. And he was now my master, absolutely. Being fucked by him had changed things, but there had still been a part of me that saw him as my father. Soon after the throat tattoo, that ended for good. That first day, after presenting myself tattooed to him, I was told to serve breakfast. A man I had never seen was present. He looked almost middle eastern or something and to be in his fifties or sixties. He had a grey beard and was wearing some kind of dress with a weird head wrap. Nobody in our town looked like that. Allison Desmond was collared and kneeling at his feet. She had one of those mouth plugs I had seen in internet slave porn, but never in real life. She couldn't even eat unless it was removed. I couldn't imagine what had happened that led to her being enslaved, although there were rumors her dad had pissed off Judge Mahenney a county over. Last time I saw her, she had been a cheerleader planning to head up north for college. The man noticed me staring and said, "I removed her teeth, but she still makes noise. My people believe slave women should be seen and not heard. Now she is quiet." Him and my father both laughed. I was too busy to hear the rest of their conversation. My father must have truly wanted to impress the man with breakfast. There was waffles, pancakes, fruit, butter, biscuits, bread, gravy, eggs, chicken fried steak, maple syrup, everything. There were even fresh cinnamon rolls. But the man barely ate. On my last trip back from the kitchen, I saw the man hand my father what looked like thousands of dollars. It was bank wrapped hundred dollar bills. They shook hands and then they both stood up and took me back to the barn. I don't remember everything that happened there. I read one time in school your mind can blank out or forget really bad stuff. Maybe that's it. I remember being strung up, still in nothing but my jockstrap. The man attached some kind of electrodes to my nipples and my balls. They were like metal clips and I cried out in pain even before they were activated. He inserted some kind of rod into my dickhole, stretching it out and making me want to scream. He covered my body in metal clothes pins, pinching my skin. And he whipped me. Not for doing anything wrong, but because he wanted to. My dad watched. And he liked it. When I was convulsing from the shock. I saw my father watching and jacking off while my body thrashed around uncontrollable. When I was crying from the whip, he had his cock in Allison's mouth. She was blowing him, but he was watching me while she did it. I would have cried out for him to save me, but my mouth was gagged. And I realized he wouldn't have done it anyway. To him, I was just another slave. I hung in the barn for nearly a day. The man came back, but mostly seemed bored with me. He made me scream a few times by squeezing my balls, he slapped me in the face, he punched me in my stomach, but it seemed like he was almost disinterested. And then he brought Allison in. He unhooked me and said, "Fuck your slave babies into her." She couldn't respond verbally, but she nodded her head. I could see some marks on her body that let me know she had experienced something painful from him as well. When I still hesitated, she mounted me and rode me until I came. Aram I had arranged a nice bribe to have the girl enslaved and expected to fetch a great price for her offspring. American slaves were impossible to buy abroad and were freed if brought into an international airport or zone. A private jet and dressing her in full native clothing ensured this freedom would never occur. I had the boy fuck her until I was certain she was pregnant. I gathered enough of his sperm to ensure a fertile line indeed. This farmer would make me one of the richest men in the world and thought his 5,000 dollar price was good negotiating. I had hoped a freeborn American boy would have been more amusing, but without modifications he quickly became as boring as any other male slave. I had asked his father about castrating him, removing his tongue, or even simple plastic surgery. He had refused and reported he didn't want the boy even on hormones. I fucked him only once, to share the news the slave girl was pregnant and his children would be honored by being my family property forever. Davey Aram watched every time I fucked Allison, but he never seemed aroused by it. The only thing that had seemed to make his dick hard was hurting me. After I fucked Allison the first day, I was sent to "Aram's room." It had been my bedroom when I was Coby. He had me sleep on the floor like a pet dog, ordering me to open my mouth in the morning to swallow his piss, to wash him in the shower, give him full body massages. He used my mouth, but casually and usually after using his belt or fist on me first. He would unzip and just say, "Suck it." He almost never came from the head, just pushing me away when he was done.. The day before he left, I could tell things were different. He was excited, cheerful. He invited my master back to his room. He told him the girl was pregnant, that he was leaving tomorrow, that he was pleased, and then he told him it was time they fucked me together to seal the deal. And he goaded my father on. My father lifted my legs and pushed his dick into me hard. He obeyed Aram and squeezed my balls. He rammed himself into me over and over, all while giving me a busted lip, black eyes, spitting on my face, punching me in the side. He was slapping me hard across the face, staring into my eyes, as he came. Aram didn't waste a second. He pulled me from under my father, flipped me onto my belly, shoved his cock inside me, and came in seconds. That was the day my father became my master completely and the day I knew I would somehow get revenge. Even if it killed me. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-3 | Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2024 20:28:16 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 3 From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Chapter 3 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 3 Coby The overseer woke me at 5 am the next morning. It was like the previous night hadn't happened. I was put to work in the fields immediately, still smelling like sex and cum. The other slaves noticed, but didn't say anything about it. The next twelve hours were the hardest I'd ever worked. The new tractor still hadn't arrived and we were manually plowing a field. Dad had sold off the trees in that area for lumber so it was all virgin soil full of rocks and roots. Every time I slowed down the overseer was quick to use the slaver's crop to get me going again. We didn't even stop for meals, but were just given water and slave biscuits to eat as we worked. I was actually relieved when I was called to the main house, but I wasn't immediately let inside. A man I had seen before when I was free was waiting for me by the slave showerhead at the slave entrance. He wasn't anything special, just a normal looking Latin guy in his thirties or something. He told me to stay still and then began applying a cream all over my body, even my butt. I groaned when he removed the butt plug. The cream stung my wounds, but didn't feel like anything else at first. But then it began burning. At first, it was just warm. But then it felt like my whole body, even my ass and cock and balls were blistering. I started to move towards the shower and the man just placed his hand on the bullwhip on his belt. So, I waited. I had been crying for maybe five minutes when he nodded and turned on the cold water. It felt so good on my skin, but it washed away all my body hair. All of it, until I didn't even look like a man anymore I was so smooth. All I had left was the hair on my head. The man inspected my entire body, making sure no hair was left under my pits or anywhere else. He even made me bend over and inspected my asshole to make sure it was smooth. Then he handed me a bar of slave soap, the scented stuff all slaves used, and told me to make sure I was clean inside and out. The Barber I recognized the slave as his master's son. He has always been polite and I had often thought he would fetch a good price if his father ever decided to sell him. But I hadn't expected an enslavement to happen. With free boys like him, it took willing consent. Not many kids were that foolish. By the time the cream was rinsed off and he had showered, the boy almost looked like a house slave. His body was muscled enough, but not quite worn out or scarred like a slaves. He didn't quite have the resignation or fear in his eyes of a born slave, either. The reality that he could be castrated or sold for parts at a whim hadn't sunk in. I personally liked this phase in a slave, but it never lasted. The boy was an attractive little animal too. There is this period where boys have that thin build of adolescence, even after becoming an adult and developing some muscle. He was the perfect example of it. A tight stomach. Small arms, but muscles showing when he flexed. Almost petite, but not in anyway feminine. An ideal slave boy. I messaged his beautiful little ass. Then I sat down, unzipped my pants, and said, "Show me what those lips can do, boy." I wasn't disappointed. Coby This was the first time I sucked cock on my own. He just unzipped and then laid back waiting for me to do all the work. He had a thick uncircumcised dick and it was covered in black hair. I'd never seen pubes like his. All the slaves had been smooth. His pubes were like a forest surrounding his already hard dick. My dick stayed hard 24/7 from whatever they put in the water. He looked down at me and said, "Go on. Throat it, slut." I took a deep breath and went down on him. I gagged when his cock pushed into my throat, but I knew not to stop by now. I kept going, forcing myself not to throw up, until my lips pressed against his balls. I must have sucked him for ten minutes when he pulled out his phone. I heard it dial and then connect. I couldn't see the screen, but I could hear a girl moaning. She started talking dirty, giving me orders, degrading me, telling him what to do. She was saying things to him like, "You found a pretty little slut, baby. Fuck his white throat pussy for me. Make him gag for me, Papi. See how hard the slut is, papi, he wants his face fucked harder. " And he obeyed. The blowjob stopped being passive and he took control. One second he was relaxing and the next his legs were wrapped around my head holding his dick balls deep as he pumped his hips.I could feel myself turning purple from a lack of oxygen, but he wasn't letting me go. Until she came. He came seconds later, flooding my throat. Cum was even pouring out of my nose, but he let me go to catch my breath. Then he hung up on her. And he gave me advice. He said: Your daddy is no longer your daddy, boy. Your daddy is your master. Your best hope to keep your balls is to go into that room knowing what you are. Most boys like you lose their nuts to keep them docile. Another master will pull your teeth so you give better blowjobs and sell you for your organs when you're no longer pretty. You need to all but crawl in that room a slave who knows his life depends on making the man who owns you happy. You need to fear him, boy, and let him see it. You have a pretty face, sweet little blonde hair, a smooth tight body, and were his son. Let him break you. Convince him owning you is worth it or he will sell you for enough money to buy five draft slaves. Convince him you want to be his slave. You don't want to be trouble, boy, you want to be a tight pretty slut with nostalgia keeping you alive when you're older. The last thing you want is to be sold. Then he got dressed. The Barber I gave the kid the best advice I knew to give. Nothing cranked my dick like using a little white boy slave while Christina watched, but I also knew most masters preferred sissy boy slaves or to modify their sluts in some other way. And his build, no matter how much muscle he added, would never make him an ideal draft slave. His best hope lay in that tight boypussy and that wet throat and tongue of his. Most masters sold their children. Freeborn slaves were just too valuable. Coby I walked into my dad's study still tasting the barber's bitter cum in my mouth. But my dad wasn't alone. My friend's dad Chet was there. Chet had coached my little league team and served as our football coach. He had the same build as my dad, but muscle. I froze when I saw him. Chet I had heard from his dad that the boy was property, but seeing it was something different. The boy was in nothing but a jock strap and was slave smooth. He also had clear discipline marks on his body and a slave brand. It made my heart ache a little bit. I had watched the boy grow up with my son and I came here determined to free him. It wouldn't be easy, but the town judge owed me more than one favor and I knew there was a way to make it happen. But then the boy knelt and crawled to his father. And he smelled like slave. I could smell him from here. It was that slave soap that smelled like sandalwood and herbs. Every slave had the same smell, instantly separating them from free boys, and it made my dick start to harden. I knew it was just soap, but my body scented that and reacted. I turned my face away from him and to his father. And his father clicked play in the video. I watched as Coby took cock after cock in his mouth and throat, gagging and choking over and over. But he always stayed hard. Rock hard. His cock stood out from his body showing that he might be restrained, but he liked and wanted it. He drank load after load, swallowing what had to be gallons of cum. Even more covered his face and chest. He even drank piss. And then the video showed him and the overseer. He came from a man sucking his dick. Not some pretty slave boy, but a man. And I heard him ask his father, "Master, how may I serve you?" And his father unzipped. Coby I tried to ignore Chet. My father unzipped his pants and leaned back. I knew what that meant. I knew dozens or hundreds of slave boys had knelt for him before and done this same thing. I knew he wasn't the dad I played football with right now, but a man who could have my nuts chopped off or worse. So, I sucked. And he let me know that was all I was now. He let me know I would never be free again. As I sucked him, he started talking. He said: Show me you're a good slut, boy. Show me you love your master's cock. Give me a reason not to auction you off, boy. This is what you always wanted, isn't it, Coby? Tell me. And then he took his cock out of my mouth and I realized what he wanted. I said, "Yes, master, I want to be your slave." And he fucked my face. But first he gave me permission to jack off. I took it as an order. Chet I tried not to watch as a man I once respected used his own boy's mouth like he was some common slave whore. But I couldn't take my eyes off the sight. Coby was a good looking kid before the collar went around his neck. I had caught him and my boy more than once taking a turn on some teenage slut and looked the other way. And I knew in my head that the kid couldn't want this. But he was hard. His daddy's dick was in his mouth and he was rock hard and jacking his own cock off. His daddy spit on him, slapped him, held his head down while he choked, and he stayed hard. And his daddy wasn't even some young fit guy, he was a fat old fuck. And then he creamed the kid's mouth. Master I didn't intend any of this, but I knew I had to do everything possible to make Chet see the boy as property. Chet could bankrupt me with a word and have me collared somewhere in a week. If they freed Coby, I'd be unable to pay any of my bills. The farm, my slaves, the house, everything would go under. So I did my best to pretend the kid was just another teenage whore. But it was hard. At first. The boy's mouth felt good, but he also saw the whip at my side I casually gripped before I asked questions. He knew what happened to disobedient slaves. I was seeing him playing football and baseball and buying me Christmas presents and showing me his report card. But as he kept sucking my dick, as I got closer to cumming in his mouth, I started to believe he meant it and wanted this. He was jacking off with his daddy's dick in his mouth. No straight free boy could give head like this. If I hadn't enslaved him, he wouldn't have known he was meant to be a cockwhore. He'd go his whole life without a man fucking his face pussy so good he came. I had done my son a favor. I was giving him what he wanted. He chose to be enslaved. He said he wanted to be my slave. I started slapping him, calling him names, spitting on him, giving him what he wanted. Coby I tried not to think. To just exist, And then it happened. My dad gripped my head by the ears and started fucking my face balls deep. And he came. I knew what was expected and so I kept sucking and swallowing, thinking about the barber's words and what my dad had asked. Then he said, "You can come, boy." I tried to ignore Chet and my dad and the taste in my mouth. I imagined Shelly drunk and sucking Candice's tits last year at homecoming and the blowjob I got from Diana. And I came. Chet I watched Coby lick his own cum off the floor and his father's boots. His dad offered me the boy's mouth, but I declined. Not just because I had jizzed in my pants watching the kid, but because I also felt guilty. I knew I wasn't going to free the boy now. When his dad got tired of him, I wanted to take him for a ride or buy him myself. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/under-the-post-office-counter/under-the-post-office-counter-2 | Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2023 14:54:43 +0100 (BST) From: Ted Gay Subject: Under The Post Office Counter - Episode 2 Under The Post Office Counter 2 -- Ted Gay The three coppers from the local police station were so aroused when they saw the porn video Charlie posted on the Net of them feeding teenage boys police spunk under the Post Office counter while serving unsuspecting customers, they decided to ask Charlie to arrange more videos. However they wanted to be dressed in their police uniforms in future to ram home the message that officers of the law were feeding young men a diet of police sperm. One way to do this, of course, was to move the action to a police station, but then there would be no innocent witnesses to this perverse behavior by policemen. So they got Charlie to put up a notice in the window of the sub post office which read as follows: `The three post office lads who work behind the counter are all today performing other duties serving our local police force. Their duties will be unpaid, but the police will provide each of them with a protein-rich lunch. Three local policemen have therefore taken their place behind the counter today.' The sub post-office opened, the secret cameras focused on the customers at the post office counter, the three policemen behind it, and the three teenage boys, Richard, Keanu and Jamie, beneath the counter. The police constables had agreed with Charlie that their faces could now be recorded on video. They wanted their expressions of perverted ecstasy recorded as they fed youngsters their spunk. Their local police station was full of corruption anyway, so it really didn't matter if their faces were recognized. They were, after all, the Law and could do whatever they liked without any repercussions. The sub post office opened with the three uniformed officers behind the counter. The first customer was Miss Dickson to collect her pension again. `Oh, where's that nice young man?' she asked the blond policeman. `He's about to have his lunch,' smirked the copper, as Richard under the counter unzipped the policeman's trousers and took his long, slim cock into his teenage mouth. The taste of police cock was becoming addictive. It was so humiliating to have to serve uniformed law enforcers. Also perverse as they are supposed to clamp down on such indecency in public. All this was of course being filmed with microphones picking up the conversations between the police and their customers, and the noises the boys made under the counter as they swallowed police spunk. Some of these noises were quite disgusting as each policeman shot so much cum into their young mouths they were choking on it. As the police could all multi-cum, the boys received load after load. `I recognize you,' Miss Dickson was saying. `You invited us pensioners to your police canteen at the local station and gave us all a lovely lunch. Salmon with a delicious white sauce, I've never tasted anything like that before.' What none of the pensioners knew, of course, was that the `delicious white sauce' was the combined spunk of all the handsome young policemen in the station, and the police sergeant who was a handsome youthful 40 himself. In the police kitchen they had all jerked off into a jug over the last few weeks and kept it in the fridge. On the day of the Pensioners Lunch they had poured the police spunk all over the salmon before serving it to the unsuspecting pensioners. All this they had filmed, and the police laughed themselves silly as they watched the pensioners devouring the spunk-covered salmon lunches. Of course they had to keep this video footage secret so it was never shown outside that corrupt police station. But it was shown to visiting perverted police from other stations, and circulated also on DVD around Army bases to give them a good laugh. `Well I'm glad you enjoyed it,' said PC Clark, trying not to giggle. `That sauce was especially prepared over the previous week or so for you pensioners.' `Oh it was lovely,' said Miss Dickson, noticing that the policeman had a strange expression on his face. In fact he was nearing his climax in Richard's mouth, and waves of pleasure were pulsing thru him as his balls were about explode. `Aaghhhh!' screamed PC Clark as he erupted in the young man's mouth, spurt after spurt of hot police cum which overflowed Richard's mouth and went all over Clark's police trousers. Richard knew there would be punishment for this. `Oh dear, what's the matter?' asked Miss Dickson. 'Are you in pain?' `Just something that cums now and again,' said PC Clark. `Here's your pension love!' `Thank you,' said Miss Dickson. `And I hope Richard enjoys his lunch in the police canteen as much as we did.' `He's been fed the same delicious sauce you were,' said PC Clark. `It's a police special!' `You are so kind,' said Miss Dickson as she put her pension in her handbag and walked away, totally unaware she had been a star of a porn film again which would soon be on the Internet. Meanwhile PC Jones, the red headed copper, was being sucked off by Keanu while he was serving a young boy posting a birthday card to his father who was serving in the Army in Cyprus. Keanu's father was now regularly feeding him spunk while his mother was at Mass, and Keanu was now returning the favor. His dad was getting hooked on the flavor of his son's sweet teenage cum. `You need a special stamp for Cyprus,' said PC Jones, searching thru the higher domination ones as Keanu brought him to climax under the counter. `Aahhhh! Here it is!' said the policeman, in such a loud voice the boy was startled. PC Jones shot pints of police sperm into Keanu's young mouth, the lad was sucking him dry he was so eager to gorge on police spunk, to which he had become addicted. The young kid handed over the envelope with the card to his dad, and as PC Jones stuck the stamp on he recognized the name, `Private Jenkins' serving on the Dhekelia base in Cyprus. `Private Jenkins?' PC Jones read out aloud. `I know your daddy, he came to our police station some months ago before he was posted to Cyprus.' `Yes, daddy said he had a nice time there,' said the boy. `The best time he'd ever had.' PC Jones remembered how much Private Jenkins had enjoyed feeding the rent boys who had been arrested for gross indecency in public toilets. His whole army platoon had been invited to feed the rent boys at the police station, and the lads themselves loved the change of diet from police spunk to the glorious sperm of the British army. By the end of the afternoon the lads who'd sucked the soldiers off were truly full of British Army spunk! The nation would be truly proud of them being full of British spunk, but disgusted if they knew that `being full of British Army spunk' literally referred to absolute FILTH!! The Army perversely feeding lads their semen inside a police station! However many gay men would be turned on and envious of the rent boys or the soldiers. The boy left the counter, and next to PC Jones was the young ex-police cadet Billy Fuller who was serving his mother, who had come in just to see how her boy was getting on and to buy a book of stamps. `You look so smart in your new police uniform,' said Billy's mum as Jamie under the counter unzipped the young man's trousers and took his delicious stiff cock into his mouth. Billy couldn't stifle a moan as he felt young Jamie's lips around his cock, with Jamie's tongue licking the head to coax out some of the sweet precum. Billy was actually being sucked off in front of his mother! `What's wrong love?' asked Billly's mum. `I'm OK, mum,' said Billy. Young Jamie had not only gorged on the young policeman's precum, he was now greedily sucking the rigid, pulsing cock to make it climax and spurt that young ex-cadet semen into his mouth. `You'd better see Dr Preston tomorrow, if you're in pain,' said his mother. `Oooh, ohh, oh!' Billy was in ecstasy as, in front of his mother, he spunked and spunked inside young Jamie's greedy mouth. `You're definitely going to the doctor's if you're in real pain like that!' said his mother. `No, I'm fine,' assured Billy. `Actually I was just thinking of when I last visited the doctor and he gave me a wonderful massage that really made me feel good.' `A massage?' said his mother.' Doctors don't usually do that do they?' `Oh, the doctor said it was necessary,' Billy replied. In actual fact the doctor had requested a sperm sample and as Billy could not produce one, the handsome young doctor offered to stimulate Billy's penis with his hand and some lubricant, and Billy shot a big load of sperm into a little cup as Dr Preston `s handjob brought him to climax. `Good boy, said the doctor.' He actually did not need a sperm sample for medical purposes, and as soon as Billy left the room the doctor drained the cup dry of the delicious young sperm. He did this with any handsome young man who was willing to donate a sperm sample, though they did not always get a handjob from the doctor to produce it. `Well, ` said Billy's mother as she took the book of stamps and turned to leave the counter. `If you're no better tonight see Dr Preston tomorrow, you may need more of that treatment.' Billy thought he hoped so, in fact he would make an appointment and tell Dr Preston he founded hard to ejaculate and would need some help. He was sure the handsome young doctor would oblige again. Before serving the next customers, PC Clark wrote a note and handed under the table to Richard. It read: `Lick all that spunk off my police trousers now, or I'll arrest you for gross indecency. We've got the evidence we need, you've got sperm in your guts! It's disgusting!!!' Richard greedily lapped up all the spilt spunk as ordered. So the filming of the three policemen feeding the young lads under the counter continued for the next hour or so, and it all went on the Internet. They were not that worried about being identified as usually police misdemeanors were covered up by their colleagues, and after all there had been no question of lack of consent, though the customers had been filmed without their permission. That would happen with CCTV anyway but those recordings were not posted on the porn sites on the Internet. Charlie loved the resulting video when it was posted on the net with the customer's faces obliterated in case of complaints, should any of them happen to see the video, which would mean they were porn addicts themselves. PC Clark said he felt they had exhausted the possibilities of using the post office for filming porn, but Charlie suggested next month he get three army lads from that platoon to come in and feed the boys while wearing their army uniform. `We could make another excuse about the boys visiting the army barracks, and the soldiers standing in for them at the post office.' `Good idea,' said PC Clark. `You boys would love to service soldiers and be fed Army spunk wouldn't you?' The now thoroughly depraved boys were totally addicted to cum being fed to them by figures of authority, and eagerly agreed. They had no idea what was actually in store for them, but they were excited. (To be continued.) |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-2 | Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2023 05:49:39 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave -Part 2 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 2 Coby The overseer didn't waste time. He covered my back in Adenerolian, a cream to prevent scarring I'd seen used on our house slaves when my father had gotten angry or the overseer needed to meet out punishment. I didn't expect it to burn. But that wasn't the worst part. Then he opened the door. And the other slaves came in. Master I flipped on the barn surveillance and watched as Coby, my slave, my son, learned his new place and a valuable lesson in sucking cock. Or, really, just surviving getting face fucked. One after the other the farm slaves took their turns in his mouth. The mouth spacer kept his mouth wide open and they showed no deference to a fellow slave. He gagged and choked and vomited and slave after slave soaked their dicks balls deep in my boy. You'd think all slaves would be fit, but they came in all shapes and sizes. Hairy and smooth. Young and old. Bearded and fat. All of them smashing their balls against his face and groaning as they ejaculated in his mouth. Even the house slaves took a turn. The devices locking him in place assured he couldn't get away or do anything other than submit. For some reason, two of the men were especially brutal to him. They even pissed in his mouth after cumming on his face. And then it was the overseer's turn. Coby Part of me ceased to exist as man after smelly man unzipped and put his cock in my mouth. Some of them I'd known before as their master's son, but there was no acknowledgement. It was like the way you'd use a toy or a urinal. They'd just walk in, shove their sweaty cock my mouth, ride it until their balls tightened up and their penis throbbed and ejaculated, then go. Only the two men I'd called fags paid any attention to me as a person. They did their best to make me throw up on their dicks and to hard punch my throat with their dicks over and over. When they came, they pissed and spat on my face before leaving. My throat hurt so bad I knew it was bruised inside. I couldn't believe it when it was finally over. The overseer The boy was filthy. He still didn't look quite like a slave, but his father was proving more willing than I'd ever thought to let me have something I'd only dreamed about. I'd wanted Coby for a long time. He was always so polite and sweet to everyone. He pitched in on the work with zero complaints. He thought nothing about stripping down to his shorts and helping unload or load hay or crops. Every time I saw him, I wanted to possess him. His skin was more perfect than any slaves, clear and somehow an adult with still no hint of a beard or mustache. His teeth were white and perfectly straight. He even had the perfect stomach, flat and with only the tiniest treasure trail. I fucked so many slaves imagining it was his straight free ass under me, begging me to stop. This encounter would be one step to finally having what I wanted, maybe even willingly. Coby He unhooked me and removed the mouth piece keeping my jaw wide and mouth open. Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me into what I'd learn were his rooms. He sat me in his bath tub and turned the faucet on. The water was cold, but still stung my back. The overseer rinsed my hair gently and then began bathing me like a small child. He was gentle. He washed around the butt plug my father had put inside me. Then he helped me to my feet and gently toweled me off, blotting my back with the towel and then reapplying the cream from earlier. Then he handed me a tooth brush and hung some clothes on the towel rack. The overseer The boy was beautiful. I'd seen him almost naked when free before, but this was different. Now, now he was obtainable. He came out of the bathroom in the clothes I'd left on the rack. The shirt was his baseball jersey and the shorts were the nylon ones I'd watched him play basketball in with his friends and the slaves a million times before. I whispered, "Come here, Coby." Then I kissed him. Coby I wanted to tell him I wasn't gay, to fight, but I was learning. All fighting or talking did was cause more pain. He shoved his fat tongue in my mouth and ran his hand up and down my wounds, causing me to wince. But I never said stop. When he led me to his bed, I was afraid. I just knew he would fuck me, despite what my dad had said. But he didn't. He pushed my shirt up and started kissing my stomach, working his way up higher. He kissed my nipples and neck and then sucked on them like I'd done Karen McNally's titties, almost greedy. Then his hand want down to my pants and I felt his hand on my cock through the shorts And then he pulled the shorts down. The overseer I kissed my way down his flat perfect stomach, followed his faint little treasure trail, and then finally tasted my prize. His cock was soft when it went in to my mouth, but still perfect. I couldn't hide my hunger for it. I placed my hands on his tight muscled teenage ass and feasted on his cock. I don't know how long I sucked it before he responded. I had waited until the drug had worn off because I wanted this to be real. But he did respond. Three inches turned into six inches. His cock began to leak sweet teenage precum in my mouth. I didn't want to pull off even to breathe, although as his dick got harder I was almost suffocating on him. And then he groaned. I had imagined that sound, but it was better than I expected. And so was his heavy breathing and the trembling in his stomach. I pulled his hands to my head and sucked a load out of him. Coby I didn't want to get hard. I fought getting hard. But it didn't matter. His mouth was greedy. I had had a lot of girls suck my cock, but it was never like this. He wasn't licking the head gently or barely sucking on it. His lips were mashing against my balls every stroke. His tongue was fast and furiously lashing at my dick while it buried in his throat. It was horrible, but it felt good. My whole body felt good.. When he pulled my hands to his head, I knew he wanted my cum. I also knew there was only one way he was getting it. I closed my eyes and imagined Lauren Denzinger. Her perfect tits bouncing up and down as I fucked her, the way she moaned and called my name, the way her tits and face looked covered in my cum. And it worked. The overseer His cum was sweeter than I'd imagined. I swallowed every drop and then licked his balls and pubes clean of every spare drop. I even licked the sticky off his stomach from where his dick flipped out. Then I pulled his hand to my cock. He had barely touched it when I jizzed all over his hand. I took a second to recover. Then, I got up and made the slave bed up. I knew the master would be suspicious if he slept in mine and so I chained him to the wall in the next room. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-6 | Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2024 19:50:32 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 6 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. I usually have multiple stories going. A lack of feedback on a particular story means I may stop writing it. Let me know if you like the ending or if you'd rather something else had happened? From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 6 Davey/Coby I became my master's whore, an object whose sole existence was to please his body and make his life more convenient. He gloried in humiliating me and I took it all. Most nights, I was woken up by being mounted and fucked. He enjoyed my tears and whimpering and crying, deliberately laying his whole body on top of me and crushing me under him. In the morning, my master would have me crawl down do the bottom of the bed, take his cock in my mouth, and drink his piss. It was salty and hot and he liked to tell me how disgusting I was and how much he knew I loved it. I soon learned to pretend I did and to agree with my master that I was a slut and craved his fat hairy hard dick in me and his cum and his piss in my mouth and belly. I couldn't pretend to like to rim him. He would flip on his belly or sit on my face and order me to tongue his fat hairy asshole for hours at a time. While he was reading the paper or watching a movie or relaxing for bed I licked his asshole and tried to pretend I was doing anything other than eat the ass of a man who used to be my father. His use of me became more and more casual. I would be serving breakfast to him and his friends and he would unzip and order me to my knees. He didn't torture me like the other man had, but he seemed to enjoy surprising me with rough and humiliating sex. But he kept me to himself. And the overseer didn't like that. Overseer The more I saw Coby hurt by his father, the more I realized I loved Coby. I became jealous and angry. What he was doing to the boy wasn't right. The boy loved me, not him. Coby wanted to be with me, not him. Coby should be my lover and slave, not his. That's when I decided to make an anonymous tip to the Slave Police. I told them everything about the slave girl being bred and illegally enslaved. I told them about Coby's baby or babies being taken out of the country. I told them the boy had been enslaved in order to sell American sperm and slaves to foreign nations. I even lied and told them the boy had been threatened and coerced into agreeing to be enslaved. I gave them names and even a video I had taken when Coby was fucking the slave girl. He looked so beautiful as he came inside her. The Slave Police acted quickly and decisively. Master I would never grow tied of this kid's cunt or dominating him. He had been serving me lunch when i pressed down on his shoulders and took my dick out. I watched him suck it into his smooth beautiful little mouth and pressed down until he began choking on it. I enjoyed soaking my dick balls deep in his little throat pussy, watching him turn red as he struggled to breathe. Then I stood up and bent him over the table. I went in hard and quick, without lube, enjoying his tears and the way his face scrunched up from the pain and shock. I began telling him what a pretty tight little cunt he was and how this was all he was born for. And then I collapsed to the ground. Coby I was in shock. One minute, my master was spitting on my face as he fucked me. The next, he was on the floor being handcuffed by the Slave Police. Nobody seemed to know exactly what to do with me. There was some confusion because my tattoo said David, but they were told to retrieve a Coby. Eventually, I was taken to a sort of temporary holding pen. It was full of criminals waiting an enslavement hearing. My father was weeping in one corner. We were both brought to the same courtroom I'd been in when this all started. I listened as the Overseer testified I had been abused for years before being enslaved and coerced into agreeing to the formal enslavement. He reported a scheme going back long before my enslavement to traffic American sperm and slaves overseas. He identified the man who owned Allison in a video and reported my father was in a conspiracy with that man to traffic American slaves and sperm overseas . My father denied everything. When it was my turn to testify, I lied. I told them my father had been raping me for years. That he used to suffocate me with a pillow just to enjoy my struggling to breathe. I told them he had threatened to kill me if I hadn't agreed to the enslavement and that I knew he would have done it. I told them he had had me masturbate for years into containers, but that I didn't know what happened to them. I wept when I told them how he had started assaulting me in junior high. My father denied everything, but it didn't matter. Chet I fought hard for the boy. Some saw the tattoo and collar and thought that was it. The kid had been enslaved and registered and clearly used. None of them were sure they wanted a boy like that free to mingle with the town folk. But, eventually, I won. The kid would serve as my property for the year it took for the tattoo to be removed. His labor would cover the cost of the removal and his upkeep. I'd also cover two years of local college, so the boy would be able to support himself when freed. It was a good deal and the boy was eager to take it. Slave When I heard the judge say, "Your rights as a freeman are now rescinded" I collapsed. But nobody cared. I was hauled to processing immediately. I had a GPS chip put in my neck and was taken to a mandated whipping. I passed out after the 10th lash. When I was eventually brought to be auctioned, I was purchased by a meat processing company. I prayed that they wouldn't just sell me for organs or worse. Coby Master Chet let me watch my dad be enslaved. I saw him collared and whipped. I saw him chipped. I saw his head shaved and saw him humiliated by his nudity and the way the freemen addressed him. Then Master Chet took me to the auction of my former home and its livestock. He asked me what I knew about the slaves and their personalities and purchased several for his farm. And then we went to his home. My home for the next year. My friend Will was off at college. That meant there was nobody in the main house, except for us. I made Master Chet dinner and I could see his eyes on me the whole time. I was back in slave shorts with most of my whip marks gone or barely scarred. I had been in this home a million times when Master Chet was simply Coach. I knew what he wanted by the way he watched me. After dinner, I knelt at his feet and said, "You saved me, master. For the next year, I will devote myself to pleasing you in every way I can. " And I showed him what I had learned. Chet I had never been with a truly willing or eager boy. Coby showed me how amazing that could be. He started off by undressing me, pulling my pants and underwear off at the dinner table. Then he began licking my balls and my asshole, his tongue going deep inside my ass as he jerked off my cock. When I was rock hard, he deepthroated my dick on his own. This kid I had known his whole life gagged and choked on my cock in order to please me. But I didn't finish in his mouth. He stood up and took his shorts off and straddled my cock. I felt his warm tight ass envelop my dick. It was amazing. I sat back as he rode me until I couldn't take it anymore. Coby The pain didn't matter. I needed to thank Master Chet for what he had done. I didn't expect the pleasure. One minute I was riding my master and the next I was on my back on the table. He lifted my legs in the air and reentered me. I gasped, but it felt good to. I looked up at his muscular body, his arms, his rugged face, and it felt right and good. Every stroke of his dick inside me was pushing precum out of my dick. And he wasn't calling me names. He was telling me how beautiful I was, how sweet, thanking me for this, and grunting to show his pleasure. When he came, I came. Epilogue When the year ended, my tattoo was gone and I was freed. Will never knew about me and his dad. As far as he knew, I just helped out with farm work. Master Chet and I would stay lovers until he died. We never got married or lived together, but when I was in town or he visited where I lived, we always wound up in bed. I wrote a book, mostly lies, about my experience with my dad as a kid and then as a slave. It was a bestseller. I found my dad and purchased him with part of the money from the book. He was only 160 pounds by then and scarred up from overuse of the whip. Meat packing was a rough business and he was missing his left thumb. I gifted him to the coal mines because I knew most miner slaves didn't last a year. I assumed he didn't, either. I never found Allison or my potential kids, but I got married and had four boys. We moved up north, where slavery was illegal. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-34 | Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2023 15:41:20 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim ch 34 I woke at Ciaran's feet. He was still snoring at the other end of the sofa and had his feet resting against my face. Instead of recoiling I felt drawn to the physical beauty before me. There was no denying his ankles were thick and strong and just above his calf muscles were undeniably those of a fit rugby lad. There was something too about the way his blondish hair spiked from his legs that accentuated their aesthetic beauty. His feet were equally impressive; strong, athletic, perfectly formed with sturdy arches. Ciaran's white ankle socks were right beside my face too. At some stage during the night either he or I had removed them. If it was me it would have been to inhale more of his foot smell. Hard as it was to admit Ciaran's sweat turned me on. He had that classic locker room smell but with almost a hint of complex spice or something. His feet had an even stronger dirty jock aroma though and it made me high. I was hesitant to move least I woke the sleeping jock before me and ruin my morning wood. He was still wearing his blue cum stained CK jocks and though dry now I could still smell his seed too. His sock was too irresistible, I had to taste it. Unlike his jocks, it was still damp with his sweat. I felt animalistic sucking on his sweat-stained sock but after all, he had cum that night. Even if it was in his sleep or while he was drunk he still splattered me with it. Just when I had decided to grab his other sock and jerk into it he pushed his foot into my face and came to. It took him a few minutes to come around. I remember noting how beautiful he looked with his Germanic blond cropped hair and blue eyes aesthetic. Ciaran stretched out a bit and laughed when he saw me at his feet. 'Looks like you got the wrong end last night, how the fuck did you end up there? I reminded Ciaran we had crashed out on the sofa after drinking and wresting at the beach. 'maybe not wrestling though let's be honest it was you Ciaran stuck in Tim's head scissors for three hours or so!'...' fuck it still hurts you know, like his thighs are still choking me, he's a fucking strong lad'. Ciaran stretched out a bit more on the sofa and had both feet pressing into my face. 'You want to get off me Ciaran?'...' No way man I'm too comfortable here, ha!' I could see more of him now, his wide muscular thighs, his navy blue bulging CKs, and his impressive abs. He was more flexing than stretching and it was impressive. I was shocked when he put his hands in my shorts and grabbed my cock. 'Man you're so hard, do you always wake up like this?'...' I'm not the only one, look at you and all that mess on your jocks!'. He was shocked, he honestly hadn't noticed or remembered cuming that night. 'you fucking hosed me with it Ciaran!'...'You didn't stop me though, right!'? For maybe ten minutes we both stared lustfully at each other in silence. I made the first move. He watched while I jerked into his white ankle sock and it made him harder still. I thought he might try to jerk too but instead, he flexed his biceps playfully and kissed them. The sight of his perfectly formed muscular arms popping and swelling as they were lashed by his tongue generated a pulse of orgasmic energy deep in my scrotum. I felt a well of pleasure seed swell from my balls to fill my cock and deliver extreme shots of joy as they flooded through me. My head buzzed as my body shook in orgasm. I didn't want it to end but when when it did, his sock was bursting with it. Ciaran was so excited he sat up to see more and when he did I broke free of his foot and sat on his chest to pin him. He stared up at me and willingly opened his mouth to receive his cum filled ankle sock. 'It's your turn now Ciaran to taste some sweat and cum, suck on that while I find your cock!' He wasted no time savoring the juicy cum filled treat in his mouth. His eyes filled with bright deep pleasure and when I reached back and found his cock he cried ecstatic tears. I was shocked by the size and vascularity of his cock, it felt warm and impressive. I only had to touch it and he erupted. Warm creamy cum saturated my hand and he shook uncontrollably. The oaty glue-like smell was back. I had to taste his seed! Drawing a handful from his jocks and licking it like honey was incredible. Sitting there on his chest watching him orgasm beneath me each time I reached back into his jocks made me feel so powerful. Ciaran was mine! Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/at-your-service/at-your-service-6 | Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2023 19:03:39 -0400 From: Du de Subject: At your service pt 6 Kindly donate generously to nifty, its only through your donations that this awesome website exists. Feedback is greatly appreciated, kindly send them to [email protected] John told me he was here to take me back home and proceeded to load my luggage in his truck. He had on a very well fitting white shirt, and blue jeans that were snug around his crotch. He slid into the car and I got in and we took off. He was about to speak when the phone rang and he picked it up, it was some work call and I lost interest. I was exhausted so I fell asleep. I was woken up when the car came to a stop. I woke up, disoriented. We had pulled into a cheap motel, we must be very close to home, which meant I had been out for a while. I looked at John questioningly and he smirked, "I'm going to have me some of that tight ass I've heard a lot about". He got out and went to the office and returned shortly with a key, he parked the car outside a room and asked me to get out. I stepped out, unsure how I felt. He locked the car and opened the room. The motel was old but clean. He said "this is where men bring their whores for a good time." I sat on the bed then got up. He began to unbutton his shirt and ordered me to strip. I walked over to the large window to draw the blinds and he stopped me and pushed me back to the middle of the room. I slowly began undressing, When I turned around he had almost completely undressed, what was interesting was how carefully folded his clothes were laid out on a chair. I got down to my undies and left them on. He was standing fully nude by now. His body was tight and muscular, his tall frame was muscular, toned and tanned. He exuded confidence, masculinity and power. He had some silver hair on his chest and abdomen, he had well trimmed pubes and moderately hairy legs, his dark cock lay soft but thick and with a promise of gigantuan girth and length, his mushroom head thick and flared even in its flaccid state. He motioned me to come closer. I was self conscious and slowly walked over to him. He licked his lips as he stared at my chest, as if ready to eat them. He reached out and felt my arms, and squeezed my left pec, then my right as though he was inspecting goods for sale in a market. He paused then shot his hand out and pinched my right nipple and pulled on it, making me rise onto my tiptoes. "Stop it, it hurts." I cried in pain, catching my breath. I feared if I struggled while he was pinching my nipples he'd only hurt me more. I pleaded and his grip loosened. He let go. He twirled his fingers in the air to make me turn around and he lowered my briefs to expose my rear, he gave each cheek a good squeeze. I turned to face him, the top of my head reaching below his chin. I looked up into his blue eyes waiting, unsure of my fate. He cupped my chin to tilt my head upwards. His fingers traced my lips and my cheeks, I put my face in his open palm and he brought me closer, he reached down to my right hand while looking into my eyes and guided my hands to his now growing cock. I took his cock, he was starting to get hard, but wasn't halfway there yet and he filled my hands. He instructed me to stroke him. I naturally submitted to his command. His hands returned to stroke my face and lips and his thumb was inserted into my mouth, I took it and tasted his salty finger, feeling his calloused finger, then another finger and I sucked on it. I noticed his cock get harder and heavier in my palm, I had lowered my gaze as I was unable to take the intensity of his blue eyes. He pulled his fingers out and reached in to kiss me, he was a powerful kisser. His lips assaulted me and his tongue was inside me in no time, as he gasped for air I had to balance myself, he was now kissing me, his hands roaming my body, kneading my ass cheeks. He stepped away, I looked down at his manhood, it separated me from him. The hard from the soft, the man from the un-man. "On your knees," he commanded as he simultaneously pushed me down. He raised his left foot onto the bed and brought his hand to the back of my head and pulled me forward. His cock had fully expanded, the skin taught over his impressive penis, smooth and glistening, dark with the blood pumping through it. He smelled like a man, mixture of sweat and piss, his piss slit had a drop of clear pre-cum and I instinctively put my tongue out to lick it. My warm wet mouth must have sent a tingle through his body and his ache increased and he impatiently pulled me to him. I barely had time to open wide enough to find his tip inside my mouth. He moaned, I looked up, his eyes closed, this muscular lean silver fox feeding me his baby maker. Even on my knees I was privileged to have this opportunity. He was impatient, but in control, while I focused on the task at hand and struggled to accommodate his girth, his thrusts and pull and push of my head had a rhythm. His guttural moans were both strong and arousing, that I was able to keep a man of his stature aroused. With a very 3rd or 4th pump into my mouth he inched deeper in me, my gags did not cause him to slow or deviate from his rhythm, that was my problem. He spat out some obscenities and verbally humiliated me which added to my now complete submission. I noticed his pace quicken and his grip on my head tighten as he pumped himself deeper and deeper down my throat at one point I was afraid he'd crush my skull when he finally climaxed and flooded my mouth on throat with his potent sperm. I was marked, yet another alpha male had deposited their baby batter inside me. He pulled out and fell onto the bed. He instructed me to come up and clean his cock, I was going to get a towel when he reached for my hair and pulled me and told me to lick him clean. I licked his cum off the base of his cock and elsewhere while he held me in a tight grip. He then pushed me away and instructed me to wait on the floor. He shoved his toe in my direction and asked me to lick and suck on it. I was disgusted but obeyed as the smell of his feet filled my nostrils I almost gagged but I persevered. Thankfully his feet were clean and from the onset of my oral ministrations, John was aroused, rather quickly. His dick sprang up and was rock hard in no time. He got out of bed and walked towards me, stroking himself and then flipping his cock, in an effort to establish his dominance as the big dicked alpha male. When he flipped it upwards it bounced back firmly. "Bend over the desk," he ordered. I did that, he came up and slapped my ass so hard I screamed. This seemed to anger him and he did it again. I involuntarily screamed again, he swore, pulled me by my hair and said in my ear "shut the fuck up bitch, you have to learn to take it, or else you'll make it worse for yourself." He let go of my hair and slapped my thighs apart, I cried out in pain, my eyes were tearing. I could still feel the sting of his slaps. He got behind me spit on his cock and lubed it a few times. He spread my cheeks and then lined himself to my hole. He started to push into me and it hurt. "Please, no" escaped my throat in pain and fear. I was no virgin but I had never been taken without lube and by a cock this big and wide. But that only made him push harder and sink deeper inside me. The hot burning pain made me scream again, his hand went to my mouth and held it shut. "Oh god, your ass is so tight ... umph" John said as he unceremoniously shoved himself upto the hilt. It hurt so bad. He stayed like that for what seemed an eternity and then pulled out a little and thrust in all the way. "Please take it out", I pleaded when his hands dropped from my mouth to my hips. "Please, I'll suck you again. Please ..." I begged. He snorted then gently eased out. I started relaxing looking forward to some relief. I felt most of him come out and I bent forward to slump on the desk. Only his tip was in, I was sure not long to go and relief. When out of nowhere he thrust back in, all the way back in, his hips slamming into me, leaving red marks where they met, it sucked the air out of me. His hands went to my breasts, he pawed them and then cupped them and squeezed so hard it made me jump, causing John to thrust even harder. He then moved his hands to my throat and squeezed, hard, stopping only just before cutting off my air supply. I couldn't breathe, my head was clouded. It got hot and I couldn't think. "Oh god that just makes you squeeze tighter, umph" said John with delight as he thrust. He kept slamming into me leaving red patches on my skin. When I thought I couldn't take it anymore, John let go of my throat as I caught my breath, held on tightly to my hips leaving red indents and slammed hard a few times and shot volley after volley after volley of cum deep inside me while a guttural moan escaped him. "Fuck" he cried and pulled out and fell on to the bed. Leaving me breathless slumped on the desk. I looked at him in the mirror he was sweating just as I was and his dick was finally beginning to soften. I closed my eyes and panted, and fell to the floor. John came up and thrust two fingers into my cunt and then into my mouth making me gag. And then proceeded to spank my ass cheeks until they were red. Calling me a whore and slut. He pulled me up by my hair and led me to the bathroom and put me into the tub and proceeded to urinate on me. I shut my eyes and mouth and looked down. When he was done he shook off some drops, washed his cock in the sink, picked up the only towel, cleaned himself and dropped the towel to the floor. "Clean up and get dressed we have to leave." He said and walked out. I showered and dressed he was waiting impatiently in the car. When I got in he started pulling out, even before I could close the door. He drove quickly to my place. He stopped and instructed me to get out. I tried to get out quickly but I was in pain and slowly got out. John tossed my bag towards the door got in the truck and drove off. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-31 | Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2023 22:10:26 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim 31 I woke with my ass on fire. It wasn't built to take the hammering Tim had unleashed. His sock was still lodged in my mouth, his sweaty odor still strong. He had fucked me until I had emptied every drop of cum and had left me drained of energy. No wonder I had collapsed into a deep sleep for almost fourteen hours. I was a mess though, out flat on the floor by my bed. I tugged at his sock. It was almost stuck to my tongue. As I pulled it out I was hit with a strong rebound of his odor, so much so that I went hard. That's when I noticed Tim had fucked me raw. I had flashbacks of him riding my ass and with each thrust, my cock was pounded into the bed. He held me steady too with a choke hold so my ass and cock couldn't shift away from him. Ass to cock Tim owned me. Filing me at one end with his cum and draining me at the other of my seed. He was claiming me as his territory and had me so physically stimulated I could only respond to his will. I slowly got up off the floor and studied my angry-looking cock. Tim had exhausted it and despite that, it was hard again at the thought of him. It took a shower and some serious mental effort to get my cock down. My ass felt better too, no longer burning, just throbbing to the rhythm of his cock. As soon as I was out of the shower I knew he was there. I could smell him now as though he'd trained me to. He was in the kitchen perched on a high chair stool naked apart from his jocks. He sat with the flat of his feet together and his legs wide apart. There was no mistaking his cocky arrogance. The sheer audacity of sitting there exhibiting his bulge, wearing the jocks he'd wrestled me in, still reeking of his juice. Worse still, my brother and girlfriend couldn't take their eyes off Tims's physique. Honestly, he could have fucked all three of us we all lusted after him. My brother told Tim he would kill for legs like his. I don't blame him, Tim's thighs were phenomenal but the level of praise heaped on him was almost pitiful. The new Lord and Master lapped up the praise and attention. Finally, they left for the day. I couldn't listen to more about the great Tim. The same Tim who had fucked me into infinity. He stared over at me grinning 'she's a cracker, I'd fuck her, wasted on your brother!.. Get over here and kiss my feet..ha ha only messing'. I knew if he wanted me to, he could make me kiss or lick his feet and that's why he said it. It was another statement of his authority over me. His phone buzzed 'Yeah I know training, on my way, no problem!' We both had rugby training, I was too raw to go. Tim found this amusing: 'I forget about your ass, no wonder you look so fucked! Did I wreck you? I should have just been honest and said yes you're cock savaged me. That's what he wanted to hear. Instead, I laughed and muttered something stupid about his puny cock. It was the excuse he wanted and he had his shorts off and cock out in a second. Right there in the kitchen his fucking massive beast of a cock! It terrified me and turned me on at the same time. 'Bend over that stool now' he commanded. I froze. 'Bend over and take it or apologize!' The truth was I couldn't take it again, not so soon, it was too much, as much as I wanted it. 'You're fucking hard already you want me to fuck your ass again, you do! and then you can't handle it so you insult me! You have a choice come over here and kiss it, apologize, or get over the stool'. I was shaking with excitement as I approached him. The thought of kissing his cock. He caught me though in a guillotine choke. With my head facing down towards his cock, he locked his forearm under my neck and used his other arm to tighten the choke hold. His guillotine was steely, I could feel his arms thicken as blood rushed through them to feed his bulging muscles. His upper body pressed over me while he cranked me upwards. It was brutal and I was fading fast. I kept thinking he was going to choke me out while I'm trapped here staring at his cock. Brutal as he was, Tim was always safe. Sure he would bring anyone to the edge and if you didn't obey or submit he would put you to sleep but what thrilled him was the control. I was back where I'd been the day before suffering, at his mercy, worshipping his cock and his athleticism while he drained me. 'Submit'. I obeyed. He relaxed the chokehold to reward me. He flexed in again 'submit'. I obeyed. It went on for as long as he wanted. I could see his hard powerful cock below me, a reminder of the beast that savaged me only hours before and of the ordeal awaiting me. Please Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/my-new-personal-assistant/my-new-personal-assistant-30 | Date: Sat, 3 Feb 2024 19:36:58 +0100 From: Isabell Dusk Subject: My New Personal Assistant 30 My New Personal Assistant: Chapter 30 - Ring of fire *Matt* I came out naked, only that chain around my neck. When I looked at Thomas, I could myself shivering. He stood in the middle of the ring made of burning candles. His feet were bare, and he wore only black suit pants and a black leather belt. The way he stood in a wide stance with hands in his pockets made his naked chest look even broader. His hair was also different. They were all out of his face styled back. He looked menacing! But his eyes were, however, the most memorable. The look he was giving me was demanding and fierce. Fuck, how much I enjoyed seeing him like this. . I wanted to say something like, "Candles, how romantic!" But I kept my mouth shut and just smiled at him. . He looked at me calmly with a smile that sent chills through me. That cruel, devilish smile I loved so much by this point. It urged my body to run, but my dick demanded more with so much intensity that the body could only obey. "Kneel before me, Matthew." I came over to him and knelt. Thomas moved behind me, and I felt his hands adjust my back and arms. Oh no, so we are doing this?... really? "I will consider you looking at me as your soft limit." "What's that?" Thomas walked around. He looked at me and slapped me. What the heck? "Master," Thomas said calmly, just as if correcting me on the wrong formula in an excel sheet... seriously? I took a deep breath. This is ridiculous... "What is a soft limit, Master?" "Soft limit is something you don't find desirable, but you can compromise on, to some extent. I don't usually work with soft limits, to be honest, but we already established my low expectations for this trial." Ouch... that wasn't necessary... . "Since I usually demand high protocol with eyes down at all times, this changes a lot for me. But I will let you look at me and strip you of that right as part of the punishments." He peered down at me. "Keep those shoulders straight. Next time I will correct you in a less pleasant way." I adjusted myself. "Do you know what is a high protocol?" "Yes, Master. Owen explained that." "Good. Try to tell me how you understand that, Matthew." "It's the way a slave is expected to behave. In high protocol, the discipline is held by the highest standards and is rewarded or punished accordingly." "Fuck, Matthew, you are making me crazy when you talk like this," he growled. I looked at him, absolutely stunned. I never heard him speak in the tone he used just now. He took me by the throat and sucked on my lips in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back, and he let go of me. "What a good boy." I smiled. . "Yeah. I think you understand that well. But I cannot imagine you acting that way for some reason." "Do you want me to follow the high protocol, Master?" He pierced me with his eyes. Is that it? I just hoped he would fuck me. I didn't want to get all theoretical and shit. But seeing his arousal, I wanted to make him happy and see whether I could also draw enjoyment from it on some level. "If I were to hold you to it, Matthew, I would have first to train you. That takes longer than the trial version would allow. I was under the impression that you want to see this world mainly from a sexual perspective." "I do, but I want to learn about this." "Why? I can see you react to simple instructions, I know you well enough, and I had enough subs to know that you don't enjoy other parts of BDSM than the sex." Damn... I hoped I could conceal it better. "I want to make you happy." "I don't want you to make me happy based on a lie, Matthew. I had a sub like that, and it broke my heart when I found out the truth." . We are talking too much... can't we just fuck? I thought. But then I looked at him, realizing I again acted selfishly and tried to act like I was doing it for him. I saw his eyes. He saw right through me. He knew I was just aiming for a specific goal by any means necessary. I wanted him to want me to with no regard for the hurt he might feel if I misled him like that. He is really perceptive. I exhaled. Fine. "Is there a chance for you to train me and keep my personality at the same time? Because I saw Owen when he talked about you, and I have known him for years. He was stripped of all his character in his sub role." "Owen was like that when I met him. I have to say that I loved that about him." "He was like that before?" "In his sub-persona. Yes. But I again loved that. He was moldable, and we both took great pleasure from that." "You said you would have to break me in training. Would I become like that?" "Honestly, I believe it would take a few months and very rigorous training with your temperament, but yes." I hated that idea. . "Would you want that, Thomas?" Screw the whole role-play; this was something crucial for me. I needed the truth now. I peered into his eyes. He must've known this was his only chance to get rid of me. And I believed he did know that. "If anyone ever before you asked me that question, I would say yes without hesitation. I was on top of the world living with Owen. You can't imagine, Matt. I would marry him within a year if I didn't find out about Sam. Owen set a very high bar for all others, and I told myself that I would take a break from men after that." "Then why me?" "I seriously don't know, Matt. It drives me crazy, and I honestly hate that. I can't really control it." I couldn't help but smile. "Would you want me being stripped of my personality like that, Thomas?" "No." I exhaled in relief and grinned. "Then how about we would write our own rules? And I can promise you that I will treat those to the highest protocol, Master." I purred, and his eyes darkened. "You are either the best or the worst thing that could happen to me, Matt." "I believe you are the best for me, Thomas." "Don't say things like that, Matt." "Why? Cos it brings emotions out of that tough, dominant shell you love so much?" "Brat." His chest widened, and he peered at me like that time when he dominated me the first time. Cruel, devious smile. "You wanted to get to know this world, then let me show you a few ways I like to play with brats like you." Finally! I felt shivers down my spine when he walked around me. . I turned after him. "Nonetheless, I will start slow. You may think you could take anything, but I don't want to risk hurting you more than necessary. Head straight." I looked ahead of me when I felt burning liquid on both my shoulders. "What the fuck?!" He poured the entire content of the candle down my back, and I screamed. "First, watch that language." He came back with two others and dripped wax again on my shoulders. "Second. I told you to keep them straight, slut." He kept pouring slowly in a thin stream. It burned. "Will you fix them, or do I need to take another candle?" Fuck! I straightened my back. I felt the wax burning my forearms. I growled and put them in the position he had set before. Fucking prick! . Thomas took the chain as a leash and pulled on it, tilting me backward until I saw his dark eyes. How hot he was right now! "Thank you, Master." He just smirked and slapped me. "Good boy." Then he kissed me and squeezed my throat. Thomas reached up and grabbed a piece of rope from above me. He attached it to my chain and pulled on it making my head hang on it by the back of my neck and supported only by my knees and that thin chain. I felt like I was losing balance and unclasped my arms. He reached without a word for another candle and splashed my chest with its wax. I screamed. "Hands back." Fucker!!! . I did as he told me. I was lying mid-air, hung by the back of my neck, and my head dangled in front of his dick, covered in his pants. I felt the chain cut into my skin as half my body weight was on it. I saw him upside down. He went to light a few more candles and then returned. He slapped my face a few times and bit my jaw. Then he straightened up and reached for his zip. Finally, he pulled out his cock and put it in front of my mouth. Thomas slapped my left pec, and I hissed. Then the right. "Put out your tongue." I darted on his cock. He slapped me across my face. "I didn't tell you to lick it, slut. Wait your turn." "Yes, Master." I saw his dick twitch, and mine replied immediately to that in the same fashion. I could get used to this. Thomas moved away and came back with a flogger. This one was shorter, and I tensed, feeling it spread on my torso. "I must say that it's a shame that you refuse cock cage, Matthew. I would put one now if that weren't an issue with you." No way, bastard. . "Master, I need to ask you a question." "Ask." "Do you wish me to act submissive even though it is a lie I would play just to see you happy, or do you want me to be honest." "That's actually a great question, Matthew. Answer it yourself. But be prepared for consequences." So you didn't tell me anything. Bastard... Does he want to see me fail? Fuck! He prefers honesty yet, at the same time, an obedient slave. I cannot comply with one without violating the other. This is one of the most challenging mind games he could have picked... Fine. You wanted chaos; you can have chaos! Let's hope you will enjoy not knowing what to expect from me! . He whipped my chest lightly. "Thank you, Master! Please, more!" My dick jerked, and there was no way I was ever letting him cage it! No way! Enjoy looking at it, bastard! I saw a drop of precum on his slit. I wanted to lick it so much! The next slash sent a stinging sensation over my body. "Thank you, Master!" I didn't see his face, but I could see his cock react. How fucking satisfying. I loved that whip! "Master, please, may I lick your cock?" Fuck! Another slash sounded in my ears, and my chest was burning now. I loved it so much! "You may, slut." I launched with my tongue on it, my arms now straining from holding them like this, but I just concentrated on that leaking pole in front of me. How much I loved that taste. Thomas started whipping my chest lightly but with speed. It was so fucking satisfying at this point! "Suck it, baby." I felt his hands caress my chest, peeling off the wax. I drove my tongue along his shaft and sucked it in as far as possible from my position. I licked it and kissed the bottom vein. "Please, Master, fuck my face!" "You want me to feed you, slut?" "Please, I need it!" "My little hungry slut. Take it!" With that, he started ramming into my throat, feeling it with his hand on it as he was pounding in without regard for me coughing, choking, or gagging. His balls were soon hitting my face, and saliva was running down. He held me mercilessly, not stopping. I felt his hand roam my neck, chest, and stomach. I craved for him to touch my cock, but I knew better than to get my hopes up. Fuck this was intense! . My hands fell, and he pulled out before I realized what was happening. He poured so much wax all over my now sore, whipped chest that I screamed and felt as if my balls erupted, my stomach squeezed, and everything burned for a split second as I shook wildly in a shocking climax. Thomas stood above me. "Did you just come?" Fuck, was I supposed to ask permission? I was pretty sure I should have. "Yes, Master. I am sorry, it came really suddenly." I still felt horny as fuck, though. Thomas grabbed my head and pulled it up so I was looking at my red chest covered in soft red flakes of wax. My dick was straining and hard. I didn't see my cum anywhere. I looked confused at Thomas. "I didn't shoot?" "No." he looked at me like I was a little wonder. "What the fuck? I definitely came." "I know." Thomas kissed me deeply. "That was so fucking hot, baby. You have no fucking idea!" "Thank you, Master." . "Turn." Thomas positioned me in a high plank, and that chain choked me. As soon as I let my arms just a little lower, I couldn't breathe. Next, Thomas took my left ankle, raised it about a foot over the ground, and fastened it with a leather loop on a steel pole behind me. I would look at him, but I was choking at the slightest movement of my head. When my foot was secured, he also took my right one up, spreading my legs wide. What is he doing? My legs were spread about two or three feet wide, and I couldn't even move cos if I did, the chain around my neck would cut off my air. My whole body was like one foot above the ground, and the only things supporting me besides those loops around my ankles were my arms in plank. I could reach the floor with my knees, but that was pulling on the rope, straining my neck. So either plank with air or rest without it... "Now, keep that back as straight as possible." Not like I have another choice, bastard! When I let my shoulders down a little, I got dizzy. "Don't worry. I am here all the time, Matthew." . I felt his fingers caress my butt and circle around my hole. I would enjoy that if all my concentration wasn't focused solely on me having my arms straight, hence I could breathe freely... "I will now whip you, slut. I hope you will remain as grateful as you were before." His tone was so sweet that, in contrast with what was happening, it was hard not to be mad at him. Yet, I loved it so much! The thrill I felt right now was something so primal, so animalistic. I had never experienced something like this before. I felt the lashes on my tissue and moaned as I thanked him. Fast stinging cuts made me weak, and I started coughing, pulling myself back up. "Thank you, Master! Please, more!" "My greedy slut. You are making me so proud!" Fuck! And you are making me so horny right now! I will come down here as often as he'll let me! I was officially addicted to this madness he was committing on me! . "Fuck! I need your cock! Now!" He stopped and poured another candle down my butt and my crack. I roared. "Be careful how you speak with me, slut!" He went away and returned. "Since this is your first offense, I will go lightly and with something you are already familiar with, but the next time I will go all in for punishments for this kind of behavior." I was confused, but my need to breathe forbade me from turning to him. . "Spell for me the first and last word you said." Oh no... "Master, please, I misspoke." Sharp-cutting pain crossed my right butt cheek, and I rasped. "You are only prolonging it, slut. Do you remember what you said?" "Yes, Master." "Good. Now spell it!" Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck! "F," I hissed, and my arms trembled "U." Of course, the same spot. How else... "C." For fuck's sake, I hate this! "K," I just groaned. "Good, now the last one." I just gave up and accepted my fate, cussing inside with each letter. "N." "O." "W." "Good." Thomas's palm gave that place that he kept hitting a soft rub. My arms were shaking, I breathed shallowly, and I felt like I would faint any moment. "Thomas..." I felt the rope loosen. "Lay down, Matt." . I just slammed myself on the cold concrete in beautiful agony. The relief I felt was like the soft air after the thunderstorm. Everything felt heightened in its absence. My body tingled, my arms ached, and my lungs could breathe. I don't know if I was ever this relaxed before. "Please, Master, fuck me." I genuinely meant every word now as I smiled at him. My legs were still in those loops, and my knees on the cold ground spread widely. His hands touched my back, scratching away flakes of wax. I felt him gently rubbing my ass and then his teeth on my flesh. I moaned in pleasure as I turned to see him kneeling above me. Thomas leaned closer and kissed me. His hand peeled away the wax, and I saw him kneeling between my legs. I moaned as I felt his tongue on my crack and how it demanded its way inside. I spread my legs wider. "Thank you, Master." His hand gently slapped my cheeks, and he went to town on my hole, making me roar and scream in pleasure. . Thomas pulled on my chain with one hand and with a second on my hips, bringing my ass up to him. His dickhead aimed at the sphincter. "Don't grit your teeth, Matthew. Relax into it." I tried my best as he was inserting himself into my body, and I couldn't stop moaning the whole time until I felt him buried deep in me. "That never felt this amazing." I didn't even realize I said it aloud until I felt him smack that part of my butt he whipped just a few minutes before. I roared in pain and squeezed him inside me. "Master," Thomas pointed out with a smile apparent in his voice. I laughed wholeheartedly. I don't even know why. Everything happening to me now was driving me into such a beautiful insanity that I felt like laughing wildly. "Thank you, Master! Please take me." I nearly said make love to me... My mind was now seriously cloudy and at the absolute edge of delirium. I felt him increase the intensity of his thrusts and welcomed him with my hips thrusting back against him. I kept groaning from deep within me. . His face came closer to mine from behind, and he pulled me to him by the chain around my throat. I turned to him as if I was drunk and smiled lovingly at him. "I love you so much, Thomas! ... Please kiss me." His eyes were scanning mine with such a beautiful smile. He kissed me, and I was on top of the world, reaching even higher. His pounding got demanding and strenuous to endure. We were breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes. . I don't know how long he was pounding into me then. He kept changing the depth, tempo, and vigor. At one point, he was licking my neck; at another, he was pulling my hair a smacking my ass or back. He attacked me hole one moment and was spoiling it the next. I was his baby and his hungry slut. Everything was too much now! I couldn't think. I have become an utter horny mess under him, moaning, thanking him, and begging him for more, pleading for his cum. It was a divine blur of joy and pain. . Thomas held me tight as I was now shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed my throat and leaned to my face from the side. "Cum for me, Matty." "I am close," I whispered. Feeling my dick strain and twitch. "Five" I looked at him. That was fucking hot! "Four" "Three" I could feel his cock jerk in me. I gazed into his eyes, absolutely devoted to him at this moment. "Cum with me, Tommy." He breathed in sharply, "Two!" I grabbed his hand that held my neck as we both at the absolute edge screamed, "One!" After that, I roared, and he moaned into my ear. Then, as if detached from my body, I felt our cocks shoot! . We froze after that and just fell, spent, on the ground, breathing heavily. I was never in ecstasy as this one. I had never felt so full and loved. At that moment, I was like a whole other person, only floating between the hard cold ground and his warm, soft body above me and in me. I couldn't stop grinning and started humming in euphoria. My hums naturally took form, and I just enjoyed that flow. I felt Thomas move above me, but I clutched his arm and held it in mine so he couldn't stand up. "Love is a burning thing," My hums gradually progressed into soft singing. I didn't care about anything right now. "And it makes a fiery ring," I kept grinning more with each word, absorbed in paradise. "Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire." . I felt his head rise from my back. "I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down-down-down, and the flames went higher And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire." . I loved how I felt right then. I was absolutely free, and I relished the sound of my voice vibrating from the ground. "The taste of love is sweet When hearts like ours meet I fell for you like a child Oh, but the fire went wild" . I began to chuckle like a madman and taping our hands into my side to the rhythm. "I fell into a burning ring of fire I went down-down-down, and the flames went higher And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire And it burns-burns-burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire The ring of fire, the ring of fire..." . I grabbed his second arm as well and pulled them both under me. "Man... you are not getting rid of me. Deal with it. I am deep as fuck!" I could not stop grinning! . Thomas laid on me, completely silent, his breathing was slow, and I may be wrong as everything back then was a bit hazy, but I was sure that I felt something wet drip on my shoulder blade, and I closed my eyes in absolute bliss. . . His hands left me, and Thomas raised himself up. I heard the sound of a zip, and then he untied my ankles and laid each down gently. I was slowly returning to reality, still feeling absolutely sublime. I turned on my back, not even minding the cold ground. I looked at Thomas. He was kneeling between the poles that had held my ankles before. . We gazed at each other. I didn't have any words, and he seemed like he did neither. I sat up, and he just watched me. I didn't know what to do next. The moment went on for too long. It was killing me. I just reached for his hand and walked on my knees to him, taking his face in my palms and opening his lips with mine. He still stared silently into my eyes. I kept his gaze but kept touching his lips until he leaned closer, and we kissed properly. . "Go wash your stomach, Matt. We should talk." No, no, no!! For fuck sake, what is it with this man?! He got back into his rigid mask again! You idiot, how many people do you think I ever sang to?! I nodded and kissed his cheek, standing up. . I washed myself and looked at my reflection. I felt like I was looking at a whole different person in my reflection... When I came back, the candles were no longer burning, and Thomas wasn't there either. I looked around and heard soft music. The door to the music room was open. I stepped in with a huge smile on my lips. I sat down next to the guitar I left there and watched him play. . . ------------ As you may know, I have a Patreon page where this book is already available finished. For those who are interested feel free to check it out on https://www.patreon.com/i_dusk/collections I will try to post again soon, but life is so busy these days. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-35 | Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2023 19:09:30 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 35 Although Ciaran was a hunk of a lad I had him well pinned on his bed. He wanted dominance and yet there he was trapped and gagged. He couldn't hide his pleasure he was utterly turned on by the cum soaked sock in his mouth. I moved higher on his chest until my balls covered his mouth. He let out a muffled sigh and I closed my thighs around his head. I was mounting him hard into the bed head. There was no way he could shift me. It didn't take long for my body heat to exhaust him. My jocks were saturated from his breath, a breath that was pungent from that sock in his mouth. It made my jock sweat even stronger than usual. Somehow it dominated the room and it turned him on. Ciaran's eyes watered not with tears but with orgasmic joy. There was no hiding the smell of his cum. ' you fucking savage Ciaran, you're drowning under my ball sweat and you start cumming like an animal!' I reached back into his jocks and pulled hard on his cock. His eyes flashed open with the most beautiful expression of pleasure I've witnessed. He started shaking and moaning with excitement. I had a good grip on his loaded warm cock and I used it to draw shrieks out of him. I was almost jealous of Ciaran's reserves. The cum was pumping out of him, my hand was saturated and even warmed by it. Lumps escaped his jocks and pelted my back. Witnessing his uncontrollable ecstasy made me feel dominant. I could have watched him submit to my stimulation all day but I was drawn to his cock. He groaned when I turned to pin his face under my ass. The sight before me was incredible. His jocks were see-through from his sweat and cum. There was something almost threatening about his muscular college jock legs. I went straight for the prize and pulled his jocks off to knee height. That way Ciaran couldn't scissor me off him. I'm pretty certain he was too drained anyway and now he was smothered under my ass. His cock was almost angry-looking veins pumped and primed. The lad was huge more so in thickness than length. Cut too and powerful looking. He'd been cumming through the night. Lumps of it had dried into his blondish-reddish pubes. The fresh batch was liquid and pungent with an oaty essence. I crouched down to meet its head and offered my tongue. The spark was shocking almost electric and it made me shudder. I felt him moaning under my ass. My tongue lashed his cock head harder this time. I pulled away and watched his cock beg for more. Its veins expanded and it throbbed desperately for release. This was heaven for me. I had total control over Ciaran's sexual pleasure. It was getting really hot and sweaty under my ass and Ciaran was desperate. 'having fun there lad, you liked that didn't you Ciaran?' I didn't make it easy for him demanding he repeat his words. His message was clear he wanted to be sucked off until he was empty! 'don't leave me half done' he begged. The torment of an unfulfilled orgasm was too much for Ciaran. I'd seen Tim mercilessly headscissors Ciaran but he was in more pain now from this sexual torment. Ciaran had to learn what submission meant. I wasn't going to satisfy his demands. There was plenty of his fresh cum all over his crotch and legs to enjoy. Licking his crotch felt amazing. At times his pubic hair felt a little rough but it was worth it to find all his seed. I didn't even have to jerk I was spontaneously cumming all over his hard, knotted, wet six-pack it was exhilarating it almost exhausted me. When I finally regained control of my body I had to resist the urge to stay hard. I sat there for maybe 20 minutes studying the incredible carnage beneath me. Ciaran was still rock hard and angry for release but too exhausted to escape my pin. Dried cum, what was left of it was in Ciaran's jocks and pubes. His abs were dry now but folded into natural armor as he breathed. Ciaran was well and truly beaten. He was ready to obey 'Submit Ciaran'...' Yes'...' Say it'...'Yes, I submit'. He looked rough when I got off him. No surprise he had been over an hour under my ass breathing me in. He pulled the sock from his mouth. I'd forgotten it was there. I was about to apologize I had really punished him but he smiled at me and he was still rock hard. Ciaran loved being dominated. He liked it rough. As I left he was lying there naked cock erect. ' I'll get you back for this, I'm not gonna be your bitch'. I smirked at him 'says the lad cum soaked and slobbering on the bed, fight me for it anytime Ciaran, you were dominated by Tim and finished off by me!'..' exactly if Tim hadn't destroyed me with that headscissors do you think you would have had me?' Instead of answering, I kissed him. He let me into his mouth and almost swallowed my tongue. It was intensely satisfying. He grabbed at my shorts to get my cock but I left him there wanting more. Even as I left Ciaran was at his cock. Imagine the release he had! Tim though was on my mind. I had to meet him at the train station we agreed to travel back to college together. I spotted him straight away, his athletic hulking stance. He wore a light blue Gymshark t-shirt. It wasn't designed to be muscle fit but it looked it on Tim. He always bought a size up or a loose fit. His physique would destroy any body-tight fabric. Everything was visible through it, his firm pronounced chest, wide thick shoulders, eight-pack abs, and his hulking back. His arms exploded out of their sleeves offering an irresistible display of masculinity. He wore shorts of course they were extra tight on him, white and rugby crested. A good brand solid polycotton but stretched to breaking point by his powerful thighs. I wondered how any shorts could hold that cock, those balls, and God-like thighs. Tim's every move was statuesque embodying a display of muscle as though expertly crafted and posed. It wasn't as though he didn't need to pose or prep to look big he was the real thing! On the train it was intense. He sat opposite me with his white trainers on my seat at my crotch. His impressive legs were spread wide to display his manhood. Now and then he flexed his thighs or calf muscles and he frequently put his hands into his shorts to adjust his cock. Only one other passenger noticed. She couldn't keep her eyes off Tim either. I was turned on again Tim was irresistible. 'that was some mad holiday, you're friend Ciaran was fun, did I mess him up?'...'He didn't say anything we were all drinking that night and you had a mess fight but you did go hard on him'...' Yeah well I didn't want to hurt him, it was just enough to show him whose boss'..'I think you did that Tim'...'I enjoy the 'little' fights we have you know that hah?' His grin said it all and to eliminate any doubt he flexed his thighs. I knew what he was planning for me! In the months I'd got to know Tim he had established his dominance over me. Was Ciaran his next target? Did that drive me to dominate Ciaran and would Ciaran try to flip things and master me? Three fit 20-year-old jocks and now a new world of pain and pleasure to navigate. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-4 | Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 18:31:35 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave - Part 4 This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. I usually have multiple stories going. A lack of feedback on a particular story means I may stop writing it. Historically, religion has been used to justify slavery so I included some kind of religion as a factor in this one. I also think it is important to point out physiological reactions don't mean you enjoyed something or deserved it. That is a lie abusers often tell their victims. If you've been abused, get help and don't blame yourself. If you do provide feedback, tell me what you want to happen. I have an idea, but I'm curious what readers think should happen to Coby and his dad. This is a particularly rough chapter. Do not read if you are sensitive to sexual assault or incest or abuse. From Farm Boy to Farm Slave Part 4 Master Chet called me when he got home and let me know he wasn't going to try and free Coby. I offered to loan him the boy during his harvest time. Most of his biggest crops came ripe in October and there would be plenty of time for my farm to get harvested first. I also knew most of what he wanted the boy for had nothing to do with farm work. I promised myself early that night that I would leave the boy alone. I fought guilt for everything I had done to Coby. Then I prayed on it and I called my pastor. And I woke the next day understanding the rightness of what I had done. The book was clear. Anything a master did to a slave short of death was his right. It orders slaves to be obedient and serve their masters. And my pastor said even the death of a child was the father's right if the child was rebellious or disobedient, it merely required the consent of the local townspeople. I felt cleansed of guilt and I had to share the news with Coby right away. Coby My arms felt like jelly. I had been chopping wood for two hours already this morning. It seemed like the pile of wood was endless. I had slowed down once and could still feel the sting of the whip on my shoulder. The overseer would go from kissing me and pawing all over me to whipping me with almost no warning. Then I saw my dad. He never came out into the fields, but here he was. And he was smiling. Really smiling. Like when he opened up the mug I made him for Christmas smiling. And for a minute, I thought maybe this was all about to be over. Master Coby stood up when I approached. I took a second just to admire my boy. He was covered in sweat and wearing those hideous slave shorts, but he was a beautiful young man. Lean limbs, pretty face, perfectly white teeth. He even had full lips for a boy. I had seen how easily women fell for his charms. I told him the good news. I said: I spoke to Pastor Terry about your enslavement and about everything that happened and he let me know how wrong this whole thing had been. He read me verses and let me know what I needed to do, son. I've done you a disservice, boy. I'm gonna remedy that, too, right now. Then I belted him with my fist across the face. He fell into the dirt. I gestured and a couple of the other slaves lifted him up and dragged him back to his feet. I could see where his cheek would be bruised, but there was no other major damage. I said: Everything you were, son, doesn't matter. All that matters now is you are property and the bible says property exists to serve and please its master and I am your master. I felt guilty, Coby, because you volunteered for this. But you volunteering didn't and doesn't matter. All that matters is what you are. I reached out and rubbed my hands over his arms. I kneaded them a little. I ran my hands up and down his tight little stomach. I rubbed his balls and jerked his slave cock. And I told him: Your body is mine. It was wrong of me to pretend you were different than my other slaves. You might be a prettier fuck or sexier than some of these sluts, but you exist for the same reason. Then I gestured to the overseer. Coby I was in shock. I just knew he was coming to free me. I knew this was going to end. Then he hit me. My dad had never hit me like that growing up. He whipped me with his belt sometimes, but I had usually dome something real bad like stealing his rifles to go hunting or sneaking out with friends to race cars. I barely had time to absorb it before Henry and David, two of the bigger slaves, had me lifted back to my feet. The way he touched me then was different. The way he looked at me then was different. It was like he wasn't seeing me anymore. He ran his hands on my body the way we checked over beasts at an auction, not like I was a person. And even during the blowjob, it hadn't been like that. It had been different. It had been like he was almost playing a role. This felt different. This felt cold. Casual. Cruel. And then he snapped his finger and they took me to the bench. Master I watched them strip the slave of his clothes. They threw a bucket of water on him and scrubbed him with slave soap. Then they put him face down on the bench. His arms and legs were secured by tightened leather cuffs. This left his smooth round slave ass on full display. Even his neck was cuffed tight into place. I very rarely used this bench. Most slaves knew better than to protest or fight whatever their master wanted, but I knew a freeborn piece of chattel like this couldn't be trusted to take it or be fully broken on their own and I was going to seed its slave pussy in a way it would never forget. The overseer directed two of the other slaves to massage the boy and rub sweet oils on his skin. I didn't use lube for fucking slaves and the boy's asshole was likely tight enough to hurt my dick without the oils. I nodded when they were done and the barn was suddenly empty. Coby I felt my father's fat hand rubbing my ass. I tried to turn around, but I couldn't move my head. Then I felt his finger push into my butt and realized what was going to happen. I realized what WAS happening. I was a slave. My dad, my master, was going to fuck me. I started begging: Please, dad, please please please please don't....please...just let me go...I'll help out...I'll do whatever I need to do...please dad please.. He crawled on top of me then. I felt his whole weight settle on me. It felt like I was getting crushed. And I could feel his skin. I realized he was naked on top of me. I felt his hard dick on my butt. He pressed his face against mine and said, "Master. Not dad, boy, Master." And he fucked me. Master I had fucked a couple of freeborn slaves before, but I swear this boy's cunt was tighter and sweeter around my dick than any boy pussy had a right to be. His groans and moans and cries just had me railing him harder and deeper and faster than I'd ever gotten into virgin pussy before. And I had no doubt it was virgin pussy. The way he struggled and whimpered under me told me that, clearly shocked every time my dick shoved its way deeper up his asshole. I licked the tears off his face and enjoyed the ride. I pulled my hard dick out of his pussy all the way and then rammed it back in hard. I pulled his head back by his hair and spit on his face while rabbit fucking his hole as hard as I could. I soaked my dick in his cunt and just enjoyed the way his ass felt like silk around my cock as I barely moved it in him. Coby The pain never went away. It was like every stroke his dick found a new way of hurting me or got deeper up my butt. I tried thinking of nothing, but his constant slaps or spanking or spitting on me brought me out of it every time I almost blocked it all out. I was still crying when his dick pushed precum out of my dick. He jammed my ass hard and the pain was mixed with a feeling like jerking off, almost. Another stroke and there was another good feeling mixed it. It felt like his cock was pressing against the inside of my dick or something. I was still overwhelmed by pain, but I was starting to get hard. Despite the humiliation and the pain, my cock started responding. He smelled like cigars and sweat and old man BO and he was hurting the fuck out of my ass by fucking me, but I could feel it building up. I was going to cum. Master It took longer than with any other slave boy I'd ever fucked, but he finally responded to my dick up his boycunt the way all slaves do when I break them. He started enjoying it. Oh, it still hurt, but I was hitting that boy button of his now and it was showing him what he really was. And I felt it when he stopped bucking away and began pushing back. I reached around and jerked his hard slave dick, just long enough to let him know I knew he liked it. Then I growled into his ear: Coby is dead, boy. You're chattel pussy. Be good pussy and your master won't sell you or take your balls. And I made him cum. Coby I didn't want to cum. It hurt. I was crying. But he hit that spot over and over and it happened. I shook and it came out not once or twice, but three times. His pushes into me smeared my jizz all over my belly and legs. And then he grunted and came in me. He laid on me for a minute, then I felt him lift off me. It was like I could breathe again. He began unbuckling me from the bench. I tried to stand up, but fell on the ground.He lifted me up from under my arms and placed them on the bench. Then he said, "You remind me of my son, Coby, but he no longer exists. You are now David. Or Davey. You exist only to serve free men and will learn your place quickly. Now, use your tongue and clean up your mess." I looked at the table. My father was watching me. I leaned over and began licking up my cum and our sweat. I could feel his cum leaking out of me. Master When the slave finished licking the table clean, I had him finish by sucking the scum and mess from our fuck off my cock. I had to piss and after most slave fucks, I would have them drink it. But we were in the barn. I pointed my cock at his face as he knelt in slave position and marked my territory. My yellow piss hit his face, his hair, his legs, I even pissed on his now soft cock. Then I left. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-38 | Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2023 16:57:34 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim chapter 38 It takes a particular type of person to not only physically force his teammate onto his knees and submit him but also to relish the experience. Tim was cocky beyond words the sheer audacity of him sitting on a chair forcing me to play the part of his footstool. He looked so fucking sexy up there too his mountainous thighs powering into my neck, his impressive cock and balls at eye level ready to explode with youthful seed, his hard-toned upper body stocky meaty, and unassailable. Maybe worst of all his handsome expression that of a 20-year-old jock all fresh and confident. His headscissors were perfectly locked and executed to maximize his control over me. Any resistance met with immediate and aggressive force sending me into a dizzying spiral of submission. There was plenty of taunting too, forcing his sock into my mouth, spitting and making me swallow, forcing me to verbalize his mastery, plugging my nose and mouth to drain my energy. Face play was a favorite punishment of Tims. He enjoyed working over my nose and mouth intimately with his cock or hands. This time just after weakening me with his scissors he pulled me deeper into his crotch and started rubbing his cock into my face. It was almost like he was exploring ways to cock pound me. At first hands-free I felt it push my nose flat it had some strength! He said nothing but there was something deeply erotic and humiliating about been almost cock gouged. Next, it was leaking trails of precum over my eyes and then my lips. I tried to tongue it but he powered into me with his thighs submitted me and shouted 'Don't fucking even try to touch it'. It was devastating watching his precum drip from my eyes when I was so thirsty for his seed. Fortunately, he looked away to study his bicep as he often did allowing me a moment to catch a sample of his seed with my tongue. Just like a junkie, I felt a hit from his creamy nutty liquid and my cock went into a state of heightened erection. He had his hands behind his head and was stretching back on the chair admiring his biceps and six-pack. Tim never knew that about himself the extent to which he admired his physique. It seemed to turn him on his flexing made him even harder. He was sweaty it was hot anyway but he had been working his head scissors on me all afternoon. His sweat intoxicated me, from the moment he head-locked me into his armpit in a previous fight I was hooked on it. Just the smallest taste makes me melt into uncontrolled sleepy orgasm. A bitter salty tast that smells exactly as you would expect a young jocks sweat to smell but it has a unique intense essence of Tim all nutty and musky. I was long past fighting him, he had me too deeply locked and had drained every bit of my energy. We were at the point now where he was the victor enjoying his spoils. It's hard to know what thrilled him more the pain, punishment and humiliation he inflicted or his sense of perfection and mastery. During those long submission holds I sometimes felt like an extension of his body, I could feel his pulse throb through me, feel his most intimate movements, and was overwhelmed by his physicality. Tim's mastery was well-planned. He subjected me to an ongoing stress punishment by keeping me on my hands and knees. It was enough to have me sweating and uncomfortable. That was the first level of his punishment using me as a footrest. The second level was the actual headscissors brutal, deep, and punishing. Then came foot and hand play, ownership in the most intimate way of my face. The fourth and highest level was sexual domination. Tim excelled at all four levels but it was at level four he took total ownership of me. When someone else controls your sexual urges and pleasure and when that person can turn you on even as they punish you that's when they own you! To all our teammates Tim and I were just normal lads hanging out. None could have guessed the power he had over me or how much we both loved our intense struggle. By now my cock was so loaded and hard it craved relief. Tim delighted in that the more sexually stressed he caused me to be the greater his control. I feared the worst this time he wasn't going to let me cum, instead he was going to force me to watch his pleasure. That's why he was painting my face with his precum! The torture of watching his thick cock ready itself to spill, of feeling his meaty balls roll and buzz with anticipation, of smelling his fresh cum brew! 'You look so fucking sad down there not just your desperate beaten face but that bright red cock is about to break ha ha! If you even think of touching it I'll scissors you asleep!' The next thirty minutes were filled with desperate desire for me. Tim only had to tug once and his cock performed with the same degree of athleticism the rest of his physique did. His Cum jetted high in a straight line pounding his face, and the wall behind him then splashing back down on his thighs and my face in thick creamy droplets. He shivered with delight and with that volume and flow his orgasm was intense. He warned me not to touch a drop instead he smudged what fell on me into my face. He did that so I would be encased in his seed but denied the pleasure of tasting it. The more he shook with pleasure the greater he tightened his headscisdors on me. While I begged for submission he grunted in orgasm! Please support Nifty by donating: https://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-32 | Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 20:20:24 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim 32 Tim was buzzing with excitement he had something special planned for me. His phone sounded again 'you're some lucky fucker today, I was going to be all over you!' He was almost angry that he had to go to training practice. He even thought about skipping it just to stay and do whatever he was planning for me. I was still stuck there in his modified guillotine choke facing down on his erect cock. It seemed to grow larger each time he flexed in on me as though my struggle excited him. I was stunned by the vascularity of it, thick and veiny, pulsating with energy, a work of art too: a perfect balance of size and aesthetic. I felt his choke hold tighten: 'how does it feel to submit to the cock that destroyed your ass?..submit..submit...' fuck yes Tim'. Had he used more force he could easily have put me to sleep right there but Tim wanted to dominate me not injure me. As soon as I submitted he let go leaving me on all four facing the floor. He made sure to push his cock into my face as he set off. It hit my chin first, then my mouth nose, and eye. It left a damp trail of precum with a distinct bleach aroma. Tim strutted away his big thighs bulging ready to impress on the rugby pitch leaving me to deal with the eroticism of his domination. It's hard to describe what it's like to be on the receiving end of such intense physical stimulation, but imagine someone you find stunningly physically attractive, using their body to utterly overwhelm you and turn on every level of sexual stimulation you have and to do it in such a masterful way that you can't catch up with you're own senses, that's what Tim did, does!' Every time Tim wrestled me he made me cum. Sometimes he physically forced it out and other times he left me there so turned on that it just erupted by itself. This was one of those occasions. I was pushing up off the floor just after he left and I felt a pool of it ejaculate. It reminded me of having an uncontrollable wet dream. A gush of warm fuzzy pleasure that made me tingle all over. I kept picturing Tims's cock and his thick muscular thighs. I saw myself between those rugby legs, him standing over me dominating. Those powerful images stayed with me long after I had cleaned the pool of cum off the floor. I found myself turned on all the time. Awake, asleep, mid lectures even at the gym. Almost two weeks passed and I heard nothing from Tim. It was in the pub I saw him again. I couldn't believe my eyes he was there playing pool with Ciaran. He stared over masterfully when I walked in, signaling his dominance. I wanted to ask Tim why he hadn't responded to my messages but I could hardly say I wanted him to come over and fuck me into submission again. Instead, I bought them both pints and watched them play. Ciaran hadn't aged he was still bursting with the vigor and potential you would expect from a twenty-year-old athletic lad. His tightly cut blond hair and blue eyes gave him the look you might expect from a German army recruit. He was beautifully cut and shaped. His ass was firmer and more muscular than the last I saw it bursting from his jeans. His legs cock and balls too filling every inch of his denim to breaking point. He wore white Adidas ankle socks and trainers. He had light strawberry-blonde stubble and body hair and his freckles were irresistible. Tim was a few inches smaller but he outmuscled Ciaran. I saw him stare at Ciaran's ass every time he bent over to take a shot, he saw me stare too. Ciaran was even more impressed with Tims's legs. He was wearing his black rugby shorts his thighs looked even bigger than usual under the pool table lighting. A keen footballer Ciaran was quick to ask Tim how he got so big. He was surprised to hear Tim didn't need supplements just weights and gym time the rest came from his genetics. He was impressed by Tims's athleticism and found it hard not to study his every move. Maybe it was the alcohol but as the night went on it seemed Tim and Ciaran were engaging in snooker table foreplay. All the conversation was about Ciaran's speed and goals or Tims's thighs and tries. They were physical too, playfully back-slapping and punching each other's arm when a good shot landed on the pool table. Ciaran squeezed his cock off Tim's ass every chance he got in the pretense of taking a tight shot. They offered to let me play but I was happy to watch them both bend, twist, and stretch over the pool table. It was in the toilet that I finally saw Ciaran's cock. I was about to walk in. He was at the urinal groaning, struggling to pull his cock out for a piss. From what I could see it was massive erect and angry. He struggled to hold it so he could urinate. It offered me a chance to study his strawberry blonde pubes, impressive balls, and sturdy cock. I slowly backed away so Ciaran wouldn't see me. I could still hear him groaning and struggling as I left. Tim was waiting at the pool table. Immediately he saw my hard on 'you need another going over later' he grinned. Tim assumed I was lusting after him, I was now at the thought of him on me again and for Ciaran too. Ten minutes later there was still no sign of Ciaran. Tim was impatient 'wherethe fuck is he, we have to finish up, their closing, I'll burst his ass'. Luckily for Ciaran, the bar shut and it was dark outside no one would see his hard-on. I knew he was suffering though as we walked towards the beach. I wasn't sure if it was tightness or fear he might cum. Any salvation Ciaran had vanished when Tim jumped him. To be fair it was Tim drunk and play fighting on the beach. Tim lunged at him, but Ciaran countered and shot for Tims's ankles. He put Tim on his back and for a second had him pinned. Ciaran didn't realize that was a massive mistake. Tim forced him off sideways, they rolled over and Ciaran landed where Tim wanted him, face down on his crotch in a headscissors. Tim flexed his thighs and powered into Ciaran. I heard the familiar order to submit and saw Ciaran obey and yield to Tim. I felt jealous of Ciaran that was where my face belonged on that crotch! The sight of his handsome crushed face smothered into Tim excited me though. Tim stared at me knowingly and forced another submission on Ciaran. I could tell by Ciaran's expression Tim had forced not just a submission but the cum out of Ciaran's desperate overloaded cock. The smell confirmed it, a distinct vinegar almost bleach-like heavy odor. Sitting there beside Tim watching him tease and taunt Ciaran was incredibly stimulating. It was all done playfully and I felt guilty deriving pleasure until the moment Ciaran had cum. I realized then he too was attracted to Tim. Tim was content dominating. I'm not sure he noticed how stimulated Ciaran was. He was in no rush either we had take-out beers. Ciaran was stuck there between Tims's thighs and I knew Tim was only getting started! Please Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave/from-farm-boy-to-farm-slave-1 | Date: Sat, 07 Oct 2023 19:50:48 +0000 From: whipped Subject: From Farm Boy to Farm Slave This story takes place in the same alternative universe as my other slave stories. It's basically our world, but with legalized "indenturement". Do not read if you are not interested in extreme stories and situations. It also involves incest. All characters are over eighteen and you must be over eighteen to read this story. It is fiction. Slavery is wrong. Consent matters. Never do anything like this in real life. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Feedback appreciated. Dad told me about the tractor a week before my 18th birthday. We had had a big tornado and nobody had seen it since. It was found three farms over, broken in pieces and flooded in a lake. We didn't have insurance on it, either. I always knew we weren't rich and I was expected to work just as hard as some slaves on other farms growing up. But I didn't know how close we were to losing everything. A new 300HP tractor was going to cost 200k dollars. Even used, we were looking at 50k. We couldn't afford it without collateral or selling off all our slaves. Without the slaves, we wouldn't be able to harvest or pay the farm note. That's when he told me what the bank offered. Dad I had begged the bank for money for a new tractor, but I was already leveraged up. I had mortgages on all the slaves and the property. It wasn't even an option. Until Tommy mentioned my boy. He said a boy like Coby wasn't like all my other slaves. He was born free, fit, good looking, and polite. His slender muscular build, brown hair, green eyes, and almost petite height made him very attractive to buyers. He offered me the money right then for a tractor if I was willing to sell him the boy. I explained I couldn't and he came up with another deal. Something called a balloon mortgage with something called an adjustable interest rate. He said if I made the payments, I could free Coby at the end of the term. If not, they'd take the tractor, farm, and the boy. Coby At first, I couldn't believe what dad was saying, He wanted to collar me. Make me a slave. I was a good kid. Good kids didn't get collared. Jason Stackwell got collared for raping that girl. I didn't rape or hurt nobody. But the more he talked, the more I realized I just needed to trust him. It wasn't two hours later I was at the courtroom signing away my freedom and wearing a collar. Dad Under state law, I had a week to change my mind and free the boy. That also meant a week before he needed to get processed. I decided to put it off as long as I could. I couldn't stop them from collaring the boy and putting in a GPS tracker, but I could prevent the branding that long. Coby The first few days as a slave weren't so bad. I wasn't technically supposed to wear regular clothes, but nobody stopped me. I mostly just played video games and did my normal chores. I figured I was basically still free, since it was dad, and we even hung out more than normal. Until things changed. Dad The overseer began complaining the second Coby came home. He said Coby was bad for morale. He said that the freemen were complaining that a slave did less than them. He said the slaves were upset he didn't have normal slave duties and was flouting slave rules. And he told me I was really just being cruel to the boy. He said if I died or lost him, he would be expected to be trained and if he wasn't well trained he'd be whipped bloody by his new master. He said calling me dad had to end and the boy had to start learning his place for his own good. I knew he was right so I nodded and said, "Just go easy this week. And no permanent marks." Coby I was pulled out of my bed by the overseer and two of the free farm workers.They were grinning as they dragged me out of bed and cut off my clothes. Then they took me to the barn. I saw the fire lit and started screaming for dad. But then I saw him, calmly watching, and just started crying. I passed out when the iron hit my flesh. Master The boy was in line the next day during morning inspection. I couldn't ignore the slave brand on him or what looked like belt marks. He also had a black eye and a busted lip. All he was wearing was the slave loincloth reserved for house property. I looked the boy over and asked the overseer, "What happened?" The overseer replied, "The slave needed to learn its place. It will obey now." I nodded. The overseer then shoved down on the boy's shoulders, until he was kneeling before me. The overseer then said, "Kiss your master's feet, slave, and thank him for the attention and training." Coby looked up at me and for a second I saw my son and started to reach out and hug him. Then he kissed my feet and said, "Thank you,master." And he became, really, for the first time, my slave. Coby After they branded me, they took me to the slave quarters. I started begging to see my dad the next morning. I knew this wasn't what he wanted or what we agreed to. I knew this was a mistake. The overseer had some of our freemen hold me and took off his belt. And he whipped me with it until I was blubbering and begging him to stop. When he left, the freemen told me to give them handjobs. I called them both faggots and they just started hitting me. They were flipping me over on my stomach and I just knew I was about to get raped. I began screaming again. Then the overseer came and they scattered. He looked at me and said, "You obey today, show you know your place, or tonight you are in their bunkhouse and nobody intervenes. Disobey again and we take your balls. Whatever you were, you're property now. Understood?" I nodded. And that's why, when pressed down to my knees, I looked up at my dad and called him master. Master I watched the boy that first day fairly closely. He was limping from the beating, but worked hard harvesting. They didn't need to use the whip on him. He stood out from the other slaves as well. I had other young slaves, but they were bred slaves and had been property from birth. They had slave scars and were broken. Their teeth showed signs of decay, but Coby had great teeth due to braces and regular cleanings. Even his body was more toned and muscular due to good food. I could see why the bank had wanted him. I didn't own any female slaves. I considered myself straight, but female slaves just caused problems. We had regular fights with the freemen until I had sold our female property. Things were much calmer now. Coby After harvesting all day, I just wanted to collapse. But the overseer ordered me to take "the master" his dinner. I knocked on his door with the tray and he said, "Come in." I froze after seeing him. He was completely naked. My father was 6'2 and mostly gone to fat. He weighed probably 250 and was almost 65. He was as hairy as a bear. One of the slave boys was on his knees in front of my dad. Sucking him off. My father gestured at the table and I sat the tray down. I started to walk out and he gripped my hand. He then told me, "I like a shoulder massage during blowjobs, slave. Be gentle, but firm." I tried to ignore what was going on as I massaged his shoulders, but I couldn't. I could hear the wet and sloppy sounds of the blowjob. I could hear the slave occasionally choking. I could hear my father's breathing as he got closer and closer. I watched him slap and spit on the slave and call the kid a "filthy slut." Then, while I was still touching his body, my father groaned and I could hear the boy gagging on his master's cum. I watched him clean my father's dick with his mouth. My dad looked at me and said, "You can go." I heard him tell the boy to get his tongue up his ass as I was leaving. Master I consider myself heterosexual. I would never kiss or date a man. I don't find beards or the male body attractive. But I also enjoy power and getting off and I realized after getting rid of our female slaves that slave boys were infinitely preferable to my hand. Tight assholes, deep throats, completely obedient. And part of me loved how wrong it was. If they were free, they would be fucking pussy and never let an old man like me rut in them. I could see how much most hated it or just wanted it to end. Some literally cried while I was tearing up their slave boy pussy. But as slaves, they'd still beg just to lick my asshole or suck my eight inch cock. Even if it was just out of fear of the whip or not wanting to get fucked. It was something I'd kept secret from Coby. Until he walked in with dinner. I'm not sure why I kept him in there or told him I needed a massage. I'd never had a shoulder massage while getting head. But I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to see the slave submitting to me and serving me. I made the slave at my knees choke on my dick. I held his head down. I fucked his throat like pussy. I spat on him and slapped him. I called him names. And I came harder down his throat than ever before, all with Coby's hands on me. Coby I couldn't believe my dad was a faggot. That all these freemen were faggots. The ranch hands. My dad. How did I never see this? And then I realized why. I was free. It didn't matter before. And I remembered things then that did show it. Some of the younger slaves limping out of the bunkhouse. Boys leaving my dad's room crying or angry or limping or just looking broken. I just figured they'd been punished. But that wasn't what happened. I knew it now. I talked to William when he left my dad's room. He was a born slave and said it was just part of a slave's duty. He said it was like laundry or yard work and hurt less than a whipping. And he pointed to the board in the kitchen he said the overseer prepared. It listed which slaves would be sent when to please the master. My name was listed for Friday, two days from now. Master I had Coby sent in to mop the wooden floors the next day when I was with Jeremy. Jeremy was a straight eighteen year old bred slave who had not been trained in pleasuring his owner. He cried and groaned and grimaced every time I gave him my dick. I had him bend over my desk and laid my body on top of him as I entered and fucked him like the cheapest whore in a brothel. Hard and rough and mean. I wanted my boy to see how I dominated these sluts, no matter how much they hated it. See I was a man using a hole, a master plowing a slave. Coby tried not to look, but he saw and heard. Afterwards, I made Jeremy lick me clean and pissed in his mouth. I loved the way he grimaced while swallowing my piss. Coby The overseer pulled me out of the fields early. He gave me water, some little pill, and then took me to one of the smaller barns, I'd never been allowed in it before. He then ordered me to undress. He had me put my legs in this weird spreader bar thing bolted to the floor and then locked and cuffed them in. Then he had me lift my hands up and attached them to these cuffs coming down from the ceiling. They were connected to a pulley and he adjusted it until I was on my tippy toes. Then he sprayed me with a water hose and soaped me down. I couldn't help but get hard from his hands on me while he soaped me up. He laughed and said, "I told the master you're just another slave slut." Then he had me open my mouth and put in a metal device. It kept my mouth wide open so I couldn't talk and just drooled. Master I argued with Nathan, my overseer, for almost an hour on Thursday night. I had seen Coby's name on the list for Friday. I had been clear when all this started he wouldn't stop being my son. But Nathan was very persuasive. He made it clear that the other slaves would notice. He talked about the expectations of our freemen. He discussed Coby's resale value and mortgage. The argument that convinced me was none of those, however. What convinced me was his concern for Coby's future. Coby I could see, but not talk. I watched my dad come in. I wanted to cover my junk up, but my hands and feet were locked in place. At first, he just stood there. He wasn't even looking at me, but just standing there. Then he came over to me. I was looking down at the floor. He gripped me by my hair and pulled my head back until he was looking in my eyes. Then he said: I argued with Nathan abut this. Part of me still sees you as my baby boy. As Coby. But he's right I'm not doing you any favors, son. The truth is, you're probably going to die a slave. I'm not good with money. If I sold everything I own, even the farm, I couldn't free you. And I could die tomorrow and you'd be auctioned off with the other chattel. He paused,then said: For the next week you're the only slave scheduled for my pleasure. I'm doing this for your own good and to help us both adjust. Any master would expect you to be well-trained. It's cruel to pretend you're still Coby. Then he reached for my cock. Master It wasn't until I reached for his cock that my brain fully made the switch over from dad to master. The boy was hard. Naked, chained up for his master, and hard. Coby had been straight. I'd caught him with enough pussy to know that. This was a slave boy, hard for his master, trembling at my touch. His cock was normal for a slave his age. Six inches, average thickness, rock hard. His balls dangled low, though, and were clearly full of slave seed. They bounced as I jerked his dick. I massaged the slave cock for a few minutes, enjoying the discomfort of his face. Then I started the lesson. Coby I knew it was whatever the overseer gave me that was making me hard. I didn't like men and this was my dad. But he didn't seem to know or care. I tried explaining, but the device on my mouth wouldn't let me make any real sounds, just unintelligible noises. I tried begging him to stop, but he just kept going. He massaged my shoulders, caressed my stomach, fondled my ass. even licked the tears from my eyes. Then he grabbed the whip. Master I grabbed the lightest whip. I didn't want the boy scarred, but Nathan was right that Coby needed to learn his place or he'd get really hurt. I intended to try a few lashes, then see how the boy was as a pleasure slave. But the lash changed things. Coby was in wonderful shape and had pristine skin compared to the other slaves. He was toned and flawless and handsome in the way of some young men. Not feminine, but lean and muscled and yet baby-faced. When his body jerked and he tried to scream through the mouth spreader, my dick hardened. The same thing that allowed me to cum with my other slaves was in overdrive here. He was young and sexy and should be free with some bitch under him taking his cum. I had caught him doing just that a few weeks ago. Instead, he was strung up getting whipped by his master. By me. By the second lash, there was a wet spot on my pants. I came during the 15th. Coby My dad let me down after the beating. I collapsed on the floor and he put me on my hands and knees. Then I felt something shoving into my ass. I think if I wasn't already in so much pain, I would have cried then. Then he came in front of me. I could see the wet spot in his pants. He lifted my chin so he could look in my eyes and said, "You did good, boy. You'll make some other master proud one day." Then he called for Nathan and got up to leave. I heard him say, "Train his mouth, but leave in the plug. I want him still tight tomorrow." End of Part One |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-37 | Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2023 14:51:27 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 37 Crushed by Tim: Ch 37 My rugby teammate Tim (20) punishes me with his thighs: Exhausted wet with his sweat and cum, on my hands and knees, crushed between his thighs and buried into his crotch I cant help but admire the sheer power of his headscissors. I've lost track of how long he has me here but I feel utterly drained. Watching Tim sitting above me (on my fucking chair!), casually drinking an energy drink, looking like the 'King of Cockiness' I'm deeply impressed. I would give anything to have a physique like that. Every inch of Tim is muscle packed and built to excel. From my vantage point, I'm buried between his mountainous thighs and before me, his menacing cock and balls bulge inside his rugby shorts. Above that a strong armor of six-pack abs, v shape torso, broad shoulders, hard bouncing pecs, a thick wrestler's neck, and Tim's youthful dimpled cocky grin. Tim beams down at me every bit the victor. His body tells me to 'submit!' and I obey. His eyes tell me I'm his. I stare back as if we were facing off in a ring about to fight. The fight is over though and I'm defeated, this was no stare down it was a visual penetration by a master and so intense it made me leak precum. Tim notices and flexes in on me until I beg for mercy. His eyes light up, he relishes the thrill of his domination. Like an out-of-body experience, I feel ecstatic kneeling there. I shouldn't Tim is brutalising me! I mean working that scissors hard! He has me so deep into his crotch I almost smother under the stench of his sweaty cum filled odour. If I grab his legs to attempt an escape he orders me 'Get your fucking hands off my legs' and almost puts me to sleep. Tim won't tolerate any attempt to escape and the truth is he's in charge. My fate will be determined by Tim. I must accept that this 20-year-old teammate is currently my master and he demonstrates an insatiable appetite to dominate me. I can only guess how long I will be his prisoner or what it might take for him to release me. Survival for me is about endurance. The buzz I get is from the intense physical contact. Despite all the pain, there's pleasure too. For him the joy of winning, for me the joy of competition. For long periods I just 'hang on' suffering his constant thigh strangulation and obeying his every order to submit. I'm tortured by a relentless hard-on caused by his domination of me. Tim loves this and works me into a frenzy of excited submission so much so that my cock explodes. Just at that exact moment, he powers into me until my sexual release is overwhelmed by his force. My eyes dim from the pressure of his hairy thighs. My body weakens from the pressure of his headscissors and the rush of thrilling tingly cum through my balls and cock. I'm almost breathless I see him grinning and smell his cum! Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-40 | Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2023 20:53:34 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 40 The last time I saw Tim was on the return bus journey following our away match with UCI. It was a good under-21s match for me because despite being a reserve I executed a smart tackle on the UCI winger and planted him hard on the grass. It was even better for Tim who had dominated the game but the team heralded my achievement, my fearless tackle had prevented and win by the other team! Tim joked I had stolen his prize 'he was mine I wanted to put him down and make him eat mud'. The team laughed at Tim's depiction of this red-haired muscular rugby stud face planted in the wet mud with Tim's boot on his ass. We all knew Tim would have humiliated him given any opportunity, he always did so and it served his reputation as a ruthless rugby domination machine. It was only when we boarded the bus I noticed my opponent's black eye. He was about to board his own team bus. My teammates taunted him and congratulated me on delivering the injury. He stared back at me and challenged me to fight him. We were face to face for at least two minutes our respective teams holding us back. Despite the adrenalin pumping through me I couldn't help but notice how handsome he was even more so with his blackened eye. Prized away from him and back on the bus the team cheered me on again much to Tim's annoyance. I was the man of the match, not him. Determined to reset the balance of power and become the center of attention he started to 'play fight' me. Normally he would have had me headlocked in seconds but this time he missed and I reversed him. Somehow I had Tim in a side headlock with his face planted into my knee. He was beside the window and had no room to escape and I used all my weight and height advantage to keep him wedged in there. The gasps were loud followed by friendly taunts directed at Tim 'he's got you now Tim, it's bitch time...' Everyone expected Tim to break my headlock and submit me but I had him locked hard. I knew If I let him out he would humiliate me for the rest of the journey and the team would label me a bitch. I offered Tim a choice 'Submit or stay in a choke hold until we reach our destination'. His response was 'fuck you' so I choked him harder. The lads lost interest in our fight after twenty minutes. Tim was stuck in a headlock and because of the tight corner I had him in he couldn't escape without a massive effort. My job was to keep him weakened and deprive him of fuel to launch an escape. He fought hard but was weakened under the warm thin air between his mouth and my thigh. I choked him harder still but he wouldn't submit so I relaxed my grip just enough to keep things safe. If I gave him any opportunity at all to revive he would escape and punish me. His face shifted off my knee and landed on my crotch. Luckily no one else could see. His breath wetted my track bottoms around my cock. I could feel him slobbering on it. I choked him hard again so he would feel my power. I felt his tongue through the fabric of my joggers. I'm certain he was jabbing at my cock provoking it to cum. Things were so warm and wet down there it felt like he was sucking me off. Most of the lads were asleep when I broke. I felt a sharp orgasm just beneath my shaft. Tim's chin had set it off and then his tongue was back owning me. My entire body fell apart into an intense orgasm. Cum spurted through my joggers warming my crotch and delivering more pleasure than I thought possible. In that state of ecstasy, I lost control. Tim was out and in charge, I was headlock now, face-planted on his crotch, and still cumming! 'Submit...' he whispered. His stranglehold was so intense I obeyed as he emptied me of breath and cum. He held me in a deep sleeper hold offering just enough mercy to keep me awake. David woke and turned around 'Fuck sake lads...still fighting were home in ten minutes'. The coach announced our imminent arrival Tim had no choice but to release me. He wasn't satisfied though 'I'm not finished with you!' Only David had witnessed Tim dominate me as far as the rest of the team knew I had dominated him for the entire journey. Tim's revenge would be brutal. If it weren't for the fact he was collected at the bus station by his brother I'm certain Tim would have wrestled me straight away back into that sleeper hold. I had never experienced such deep orgasm such a contrast between the high of orgasm and the feeling of his strength and power over me. I was a mess luckily no one had seen my cum stained joggers or my cock still bursting beneath, raging with desire for him. He messaged me later that night with a date and time at which he would 'finish what I started'. That day is tomorrow! Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-36 | Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 19:19:20 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 36 Tim had three weeks of intensive pre-season rugby training. Last time I'd seen him was on the train coming back from Sligo. He promised me then he would 'have me'. Tim always kept those promises, he had to satisfy his pent-up desires. I was still aroused just thinking of how he dominated Ciaran and me in Sligo. His messages from training camp were laced with threads of verbal domination. Photos and videos of him working and flexing his legs mostly. The other team members approved of his latest squat records. Jake was ecstatically commenting on a video of Tim squatting and flexing his thighs 'fucking tree trunks Tim can't believe you smashed that squat record bro'...' Cheers ready to break someone up with these'. To his teammates, it was training banter. But the posts were directed at me too and served as a reminder of his promise to 'have me'. It was clear to me our next encounter was going to be very intense. I asked my friend John for advice on countering headscissors and triangle choke submissions. John did BJJ and offered guidance that would work against an evenly-matched opponent. When I told him my opponent was Tim he smirked 'Tim that fucking animal, I don't mean animal more like beast, the build on him, those legs of his! Tim doesn't play by rules he will just outmuscle you, toss you around the place and fuck you up for the day, my advice, is don't wrestle Tim'. John was correct Tim was in a different league to me but wrestling Tim was addictive and erotic. Was I willingly putting myself forward to be beaten? The answer is no. I genuinely enjoyed grappling as a sport and those moments I did manage to escape from Tim's headlocks always filled me with a sense of achievement. I thought about why it was only headlocks I managed to escape albeit fleetingly. Tims headlocks were strong and brutal but with enough sweat in play, I was able to slide out occasionally. By contrast, no matter how much sweat there was between his legs I couldn't move an inch, let alone slide out and when he mounted me to pin me his physical force was immovable. Any satisfaction I experienced from a headlock escape was short-lived anyway. Tim would just call me a 'lucky fucker' and put me back in harder and deeper. Tim learned from each fight and perfected his technique to utterly subdue me. I had to admire his speed skill and strength. Even though he was rough he was judicious in his administration of punishment. If I obeyed he always relaxed his choke holds to allow me to recover. He discovered how my body reacted to his force and almost trained me to satisfy him. The strangest feeling was lying there between his legs just after he had submitted me. In recovery mode, pulse racing, sweating profusely and he's sitting there looking relaxed, cocky, and dominant. My body wanted to heal but it was celebrating the prowess of my dominator at the same time. When Tim submits me face down on his crotch he always stares deep into my eyes to study me. It's like he travels to my core and dominates from within. In those moments I try to stare back but he has me drained between his legs and watches me collapse deep into his crotch. That's where I spend most of my time buried in Tim's crotch recovering from a scissors submission, reacting to his constant flexing, and trying to anticipate his next flex to submission. It's a sleepy place Tim offers just enough mercy to let me recover but not enough to replenish energy and launch a counterattack. It's sleepy too because it's humid with his body heat and wet with our sweat. It feels like a sauna dripping with his jock odour. If he doesn't have me in the front-facing crotch scissors he has me from the back of my neck and he makes sure to wipe his sweaty socks or feet on my face. The most humiliating is when he 'has me' face down on his ass, my neck between his thighs and he flexes in. The sweat and smell there is intoxicating. For those three weeks, all I could do is watch Tims athletic progress from a distance. Once the training camp was over he would be back and there was a big college match planned to start the season. I'd have a chance to see him in the flesh! My rugby training was going well. I wasn't elite like Tim but well-built and a sturdy prop. My gym progress was strong too and I achieved an impressive athletic aesthetic. Tim might destroy me but I would offer him a serious challenge. By the time match day came I was craving a wrestle. Tim's messages had become increasingly hardcore with threats that he intended to own me 'in every way you can fucking think of'. The match itself was fierce, Tim flattened two opposing players and scored multiple tries. At half-time, he was carried shoulder high and shirtless into the changing room flexing like a champion. By full time it had all changed. Tim missed a kick, his team floundered and he was sent off for starting a fight with an opposing prop. I waited in the stands rain pouring heavily to catch him when it all ended but there was no sign of him. I asked his teammate David 'he just fucked off, left after he was sent off in a foul mood, and he's not answering his phone. All that effort to see him play and he fucks off without even saying hello! Still, I had filmed his best moments and he looked better than ever! I was stunned to find him sitting outside my student flat still in his muddy rugby gear looking pissed: 'Tim I didn't know you were coming here I waited at the stadium'. 'I told you I'd be here, how many messages did I send you, do I have to spell everything out, I said I'd have you and you know that means when I'm around? You serve me, give me the key' I was turned on straight away strangely thrilled to be ordered around by a dirty sweaty 20-year-old rugby jock. I handed him the key to my door without even challenging him. Straight away he put me in a side headlock and his armpit smell almost knocked me out. This was his scent right after a long grueling match. His grip was rock hard and dizzying for me. He wrestled me up four flights of stairs like I was his toy until we reached my flat. Bang in a flash I was on the ground deep in his sweaty body. He rode me and submitted me until I was where he wanted me. He had me on all fours kneeling into his crotch while he sat back on my chair and powered up his thighs. His hair was cut tight and saturated with sweat and he looked like he was about to destroy me with his legs. 'ah Tim go easy man...aaaash ....aah 'you know what you have to do ' yes aah I submit' 'Louder...Louder...say please' He was relentless and only afforded me enough mercy to safely endure my ordeal. His thighs locked so hard around my neck that I felt them for days afterward. He made me gasp, sweat, plead and submit offering moments of respite before flexing in again. I was so turned on by his domination my cock was primed and ready to explode. He stared at me like I was his possession and used me as his footstool. When he pulled up his sleeves I guessed he was going for his cock. He reached into his rugby shorts and pulled it out. Fuck it was loaded and angry. He started to jerk, his arms thickened with virility, his biceps popped and bulged and his precum scent filled the room. Stuck on my hands and knees I watched him pleasure himself. I tried to grab my own cock but he scissored me to submission. His cock throbbed with excitement, he paused studied it, spat on it and it erupted. Even his jerking had an element of athletic skill to it! Tims seed splattered everywhere in creamy lumps covering his hairy thighs, my face, his face, and saturating his hand. With each pelt I felt heavier with his cum. Musty, nutty, spiced, sweaty, and glue-like A brew of sheer manhood so thick and potent it made me trip with pleasure and shoot my load. He noticed straight away and scissored me deeply. He put me into a place where intense pain and pleasure coexisted producing an almost out-of-body high. My ejaculation was electrifying orgasmic and mind-altering. Had he attacked me, subdued me, humiliated me, submitted me? Yes! But this pleasure and his mastery was blissful. Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-43 | Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2024 16:58:58 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 43 Even as I try to describe his domination of me I can't. Buried under him as I was I could only recall by sensation the impact of his pinning combination. His knees and shins shifting on my arms my chest and my neck. His crotch balls and ass on my face. I felt his weight shift and his ass smother my face. The smell of his sweat and testosterone filled my lungs. I could feel his balls over my mouth as he sat on me. I struggled to breathe, my nostrils flaring. His grip tightened as he leaned back, pressing his butt down even harder. Trapped under the erotic heaviness of his ass and balls I was at his mercy. There was no torturous submission lock just a long slow humiliating battle to breathe under him. I could feel his breathing, heavy and satisfied above me. He was taking his time, enjoying every moment of my struggle. The smothering pressure grew stronger as he leaned back even further. He took delight at the sight of my hard cock towering and tearing at my joggers fueled by his dominance over me. Tim chuckled, witnessing the desperate pulse of my erection beneath him. He reached down and gave it a squeeze, his strong hand easily wrapping around the shaft. I let out an uncontrollable growl. He pulled it out over my joggers leaving me bare before him. Tim need only touch me again and I would orgasm uncontrollably but he had other plans. Mine would be a trial of endurance. How long could I breathe under him erect to breaking point? He began to rock gently on me, his balls brushing over my mouth and nose. The fabric of his shorts was soaked with his sweat and mine, creating a wet barrier that clung to my skin. Each movement sent a fresh wave of his musky scent into my nostrils, and I had to fight the urge to lick and suck at him. The atmosphere was thick with him. It was his bedroom his den, his dirty socks and trainers on the floor near his laundry bag, and his sweaty ass on me. Each breath drew more of him into me until I felt part of him. I tasted him, smelt him, felt him everywhere. The wet heat of his ass and his balls pressed against my lips, and I couldn't help but moan around his cock. I heard him draw up his spit and felt a thick lump of hit my cock causing me to froth precum. The fight to breathe grew more intense as he played with me, his weight moving back and forth, his cock and balls smearing across my face with every rock. I felt the pressure build in my lungs, the excitement setting in, as I fought exhaustion. He spat another lump at me. It felt thick and creamy as it hit and melded with my precum. Tim spat out another two loads enough to flood the tip of my cock and cause me to jolt. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice gruff with lust. "I own you." I lost control and fell into a dizzying orgasm. The explosion of sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It began deep in my core and surged through my body, setting every nerve alight with electric ecstasy. My back arched, my hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and I felt a warm rush as semen spurted out of me. It was a powerful release, a testament to the depth of Tim's control over me. My body shuddered and trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I could feel the sticky wetness of my orgasm against my stomach and chest. Tim's grip tightened even more, his weight seeming to double as he leaned into me, grinding his ass against my face with each contraction of my cock. His heat on my face grew almost unbearable, but instead of panic, a strange sense of euphoria washed over me. The air grew thinner, my vision swam, and all I could focus on was the sound of his deep, satisfied breaths and the feeling of his body moving on me. My cum rushed out again and again, painting my belly with every pulse. Each spurt was a declaration of his power over me. He didn't let up, his ass planted firmly over my mouth and nose, the taste of his sweat and the musky scent of his balls overwhelming my senses. The smother was complete and I was lost in it. Tim was emptying my seed with his spit and I could feel his own arousal growing as he watched me drain. This was proof of his sexual dominance over me and it thrilled him. The intensity of my orgasm didn't fade quickly; it lingered, making it difficult to think straight or move. Each pulse of my cock was matched by the pressure of his ass on my face, which only served to prolong the sensation. Finally, my energy was spent by him, and the last of my cum was out. Tim lifted himself slightly, allowing me to suck in a deep, desperate breath. His smile was wicked as he surveyed the mess he had made of me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He took his weight off my face, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving. He looked down at my spent body, a smug grin spreading across his face. He knew he had won, and that was all the victory he needed. He slid off me, his sweat-soaked body leaving a warm imprint on me. Please support Nifty by donating: https://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-39 | Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2023 17:43:57 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim chapter 39 There was something structurally perfect about Tim's standing headlock. His neatly muscle-packed tank-like torso presented a solid frame to lock his opponent's neck tight. The number of lads I saw humbled and wedged deep into his lats and he would drag them, parade them so all who watched could witness his power. Helpless they would peer out from under him humiliated to be reduced to the fate of a dog on a leash. For that's what it was and each time his veined arms thickened and his bicep bulged into their necks it was subdue, submit, and dominate them. I saw bigger lads, taller lads trapped under his armpit, pitifully regretting their decision to challenge him. Most often it happened in the changing room and one or either of them were in some state of undress. The time Tim head-locked Stephen was a typical example. Tim left his muddy rugby socks on Stephens kit bag, in jest Stephen threw them at Tim who was about to shower. Naked, Tim grinned and I swear his cock rose in excitement as he wrestled Stephen off the bench and into a standing side headlock. ed There wasn't much height difference between them. Stephen had a beautiful lean muscle build. He was dark-haired handsome and kind of Italian-looking. Tim was pale by comparison, typically Irish and his build was heavier and thick with muscularity. Stephen faded and submitted fast to Tims choke hold. I'm sure he hoped for a quick release but Tim wanted to parade him and do some victory laps. David looked at me and gulped when Stephens white towel fell from his waist. He didn't vocalize it but he was saying 'fuck man look at that cock'. What a sight it was! Stephen suffering an uncontrollable erection. It was easily 7 inches cut and hungry-looking. His balls were deep and sturdy I'm sure he could have shot multiple loads. The way Tim had him headlocked was intentional Stephen was displayed in his most vulnerable state. His reputation as the team's 'pin-up boy' was dead. Stephen had bragged and boasted about all the women he fucked and now there he was Tims bitch and excited by it! Tim was so strong he could have choked Stephen out in seconds but why do that when you can humiliate a rival alpha? Instead, he demanded a second submission and a visibly weakened Stephen obeyed. Even as Stephen's face dulled with the force of Tims stranglehold the veins on his cock rippled with excitement. Tim was unphased. Not a drop of sweat on his face or a hint of exhaustion. Stephen was soaked in sweat and desperate. The onlookers in the locker room chuckled nervously and one by one left, except me. Like Stephen, I was stuck with one of the biggest hard ons I've experienced. It was the sight of two incredible 20-year-old jocks wrestling naked for sure but it was also the intense smell of that room. I remember thinking I'm saturated in Tim Stephen's and all the lads sweat here and yet Tim's is so distinct and like a drug to me. I was jealous of Stephen too I wanted to be the one wrestling Tim and yet Stephen was so beautiful he also turned me on. The more Tim humiliated him the more excited it made me. With the audience gone Tim finally lost interest in Stephen. He ordered a final submission and left Stephen in no doubt who had won. Tim didn't bother showering he just threw on his shorts and trainers and jumped on his bike to go home. I guessed he too needed a good wank but no way could the master admit his excitement! Stephen was weakened and he headed into the shower. He barely made it in and his cock erupted. I could see everything I don't think he even cared they were open-plan showers he needed release so badly he couldn't help himself. To this day I still think that moment was like a perfect sex scene Stephen was every bit the Adonis perfectly lit with water flowing down off his muscled chest through the ridges of his abs and met by the counterforce of thick creamy cum erupting from his cock. Stephens balls appeared to expand as his load ejected up and out there was something rhythmic about his motion. He was deep in orgasm his whole body was shaking, and his eyes even watered with joy. I couldn't resist him and he welcomed me in mid-orgasm. There's a first time for everything and this was cock sucking an already stimulated wet jock. I swallowed him with vigor there was no foreplay I couldn't let him lose that state of arousal. With my tongue on him, he went wild with excitement. Stephen the alpha jock was mine now and that tasted so fucking good! I didn't expect him to cum so fast and hard into my mouth and when he did he pulled me aggressively by the ears to make sure I took it all in. Just when I thought I owned him came a reminder of his dominance. His cum was thick, buttery, and plentiful. At first, it felt like a creamy desert, I started to cum all over his wet hairy shins, it was blissful like pins and needles of sexual energy flooding my cock. There was so much and it was so thick I couldn't gulp it fast enough. I struggled and he went harder to make it clear he was face fucking me. What started as me cock sucking him was now him using my mouth! It just turned me on even more! On my hands and knees in that shower taking everything he loaded into me all I could smell was our cum and sweat now airborne in the steam. Stephen had been going at it for some time now at first solo and then using me. Maybe he did deserve his reputation as a lady killer and sexual master? Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-33 | Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2023 19:35:54 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed By Tim Chapter 33 I can't honestly say what made Ciaran cum? Maybe it was just the sheer intimacy he experienced face down on Tim's crotch? Tim had him locked hard between his legs. The sensation of being exposed to the core of Tim's testosterone might have aroused him or maybe it was Tim's athleticism and dominant display of authority. Aroused he was though. I could tell by his expression. His mouth and nose were deep into Tim's shorts but his eyes were free to roam. I caught him staring up at Tim with a look of submissiveness and a squint when his master flexed in on him. Tim was so much in control he almost forgot about Ciaran at times choosing instead to crack open cans of beer and chat with me about his plans for a holiday. It was only when Ciaran groaned that Tim paid attention in the form of another tight squeeze into submission. At one stage Tim started feeding Ciaran beer as though he were a baby. 'want a sup Ciaran..there you go...say thanks!' Ciaran welcomed the alcohol and finished the whole can but there was something intense about having to drink between Tim's legs and rely on his mercy! We all joked and referenced it as a mess fight between two 20-year-old drunk lads. At the same time, there was a complex sexual element driving the whole event. To begin with, I was wildly attracted to Tim. I only had to hear his voice and I was excited. His physical beauty and musculature excited me and his desire to dominate me was deeply sexual. For entirely different reasons I was turned on by Ciaran. He too was athletic but not in as masterful a way as Tim. In some ways, I was torn. I shouldn't enjoy Tim scissoring and submitting the lad I wanted to kiss but I did. Ciaran enjoyed his humiliation too! I was jealous though. As much as I feared the very real power of Tim's head scissors I wanted to smell his crotch in that way. To make matters worse the moon shot its illumination straight at Tim serving to enhance his stunning bulges and peaks of muscle. There was no denying his physical superiority over both of us. For much of the time, Ciaran was just lying there willingly. Tim's bulge said it all. If I wasn't there Ciaran would have had his cock deep inside Tim's throat sucking not only the cream and substance but the dregs of Tim's cum too! As daylight set in Tim became more aggressive. All the beer was gone and I'm pretty certain he didn't want to be seen with a lad on his crotch by some early-morning jogger. Ciaran was on the receiving end. He must have fallen asleep in the head scissors. Tim pulled him up by his ears and growled at him 'fucking slobbering all over my shorts!' He had a point his shorts were wet from Ciaran's sweat. Ciaran groaned and yelped when Tim powered in. His face reddened such was the power delivered by Tim's thighs. He submitted and begged and I almost thought Tim would put him to sleep. Before I could react Tim was up, he nodded at me 'see you later' and he jogged off down the beach. Even Ciaran fixed his exhausted eyes on Tim's bulging thighs as he sped off into the distance. As soon as he was out of sight Ciaran was flat out on the sand again. It had been a heavy night. Ciaran was in that head scissors for a few hours. Much of the time Tim just kept him there but there were times he punished him too. ' you ok there Ciaran?' ...' Im wrecked fuck his legs are strong, I can still feel him on me now. There was no way I was getting out of that. Did you see the size of his thighs they were like fucking steel around my neck! You probably think I'm like some bitch submitting to him like that but honestly, he would have destroyed me if I resisted more'. It was time to leave the beach we went back to Ciaran's. We had been up all night Ciaran opened the door, kicked off his trainers, stripped off his t-shirt and his jeans, and lay down on the sofa opposite me. His legs crossed mine and his feet were at my chest. I was happy he hadn't chosen the chair or gone to his bedroom. He wanted to be with me and me with him. Straight away I noticed his blonde armpit and leg hair. It was darkish in places but not thick. His body was slightly tanned and amazingly toned. His abs pecs and biceps were defined even in a relaxed state. Almost a sleeper build more muscle than you would expect. He smelled amazing too. His feet had that worn trainer scent of canvas-drenched sweat. His white socks were wet and delicious. He was perfumed from deodorant but Tim had made him sweat that and I was treated to his natural pit aroma. A shap pungent almost winey scent. Ciaran's jocks were CK blue and smudged by his cum. My guess was correct he had unloaded while Tim had him. His was powerful strong classic smelling cum! He didn't even notice he was so tired. We chatted for a while and at some stage fell into a deep sleep. I woke with his foot in my face and the sound of him jerking. I'm certain he thought I was still asleep. My urge was to tongue his foot but was afraid I would disturb the moment. I managed to glimpse his face all screwed up and sweaty while he wrestled his cock. His foot pushed deeper into my face almost as though he enjoyed dominating me. His breath became heavier and his heart thumped with excitement. 'Fuck ...aah ... Fuck..' A massive lump of his cum hit my eye and exploded. I peered through the creamy liquid soaking my face and watched his cock pump more and more all over his jocks. What the fuck was this? Ciaran all pumped up and showering me as though I was his cum rag. This wasn't the innocent lad I had kissed briefly one night. It turned me on though. My eyes shut to avoid the pelt of his man seed. Instead, I soaked up as much as I could with my tongue. It tasted thick sweet and almost oaty. I could have eaten a bowl of it! For now I was under his spell in a place where he prevailed. I saw his authoritive side in that moment. He was prepared to use me as his foot wipe and to cum all over me. I had discovered Ciaran liked things rough. No more thoughts of kissing or cuddling him! Tomorrow I would show him rough and leave him gagging for more! Please Support Nifty Archive http://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-17 | Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2024 19:18:01 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: When Master Calls. Part 17 Visits to Master have been more frequent recently. Once again here is a true story which I hope readers will enjoy. Please do continue to email me, it gives me encouragement to know how much readers enjoy these accounts of my life. Please also feel free to ask questions and to tell me about your own adventures. Thanks to Nifty for providing this platform - financial contributions are always welcome. ----------- I think the word is 'slurping', yes this is what i am doing as my tongue licks in an upward direction from Master's left side, up into the the dark recess of His hairy, damp armpit and on up the inner side of His arm. And again, i lower my head and repeat the move, trying so hard to be slower in order to savour the intoxicatingly sour, man-musk. There is something earthy and primal here, the moist glistening of His hairs, the slick sweat produced by His morning labours, and for this moment as i kneel forward, legs always apart to allow Him access to my balls, i am lost in the worship of Master, lost in adoration of His masculinity as though by my licking and slurping i am imbibing something of His essential being. At this moment this is my world and nothing else has significance. My being is subsumed in Master's will, He becomes my purpose and in that fulfilment is my freedom to be myself. It has been a long session today, Master began with punishment, truly deserved, for unauthorised masturbation, so often a problem for this slave. I sometimes wish that Master would allow me to wear a chastity device and then i would no longer have to battle the demons in the daily struggle to keep from playing with my dicklet. Master frequently reminds me that i have no business wanking off because He claims it as His property. He does however allow me to play with it, edging myself into a state of frenzied alarm in case i go too far, spilling my (His, in fact!) semen as though i were a real man. Naturally i always confess to this misdemeanor as He always asks, and to lie would be unthinkable. I guess He forbids me a chastity cage so i can learn self control, or maybe He just likes another reason to punish me! A severe thrashing with the riding crop brought out yelps and screams but i was still able to remember my manners and thank Him for each stroke. Master then ordered me to stand and to lean in to him. With my sobbing face buried in His neck i begged forgiveness for my pathetic, selfish failing. Somehow i sense there will be more to suffer today although Master is now comforting me, holding my head in His hands and drawing me in for a deep kiss. How i treasure such moments of tenderness! And then had come that invitation, not an order but a beckoning, to immerse myself in one of my favourite places in the whole world, my safe place, my destination of dreams, Master's pits! But of course He is strict and His expectations are high. His slave deep in the happy sub-space of Master's sweaty armpit has not yet fully atoned for the misdemeanor. Pushed to my knees i suckle on His cock, teasing back the foreskin with my tongue, no hands allowed. This is another treasured moment wondering what tastes and man-smells lie beneath. I marvel at the smoothness of His engorged cockhead, now revealed, worthy of worship, and i try to lick as much of it as possible in one move gathering all the precum and traces of His piss, the softness of my tongue slithering over and around that slick-shiny, silky-smooth skin. Such delicacy of movement was short lived, Master grabbed my head and ram fucked my skull, sending His shaft deep into my throat and at the same time asking me questions which He knew i would struggle to answer. "Why did you disobey?" "Don't you want to please your master?" "When will you learn to control that pathetic dicklet?" The questions kept coming but the opportunities to answer were few. As I gulped for air between thrusts i tried to compose my replies. "I'm sssorrry Mmmmaster!" "I couldn't help it, i i was just ... eurrgh ...playing with my little dicklet and ...." "Pppplease help me to learn bbbetter Mmmmaster!" "I only ever want to ...to ... to ... please You Master!" As i should have realised, Master had no intention of feeding me His precious seed. This was the real punishment. He withdrew His cock and sent me into the bathroom. At the toilet He supervised as i was ordered to jerk off into the bowl as fast as possible, my jism washed down the toilet bowl like a useless waste product. I was then ordered to get on all fours and for a foolishly gleeful moment it seemed to me that He was about to fuck me. But no, i had not deserved it. The next thing i felt was the hot splash of seed striking my lower back and arse cheeks, dribbling, as it cooled, down the back of my thighs and between my upper legs. This was a bitter sweet punishment, far more effective than any thrashing. I could neither see, nor taste His seed. Nor was it entering my body. "Get up, put on your briefs and the rest of your clothes and go home still wet with my seed as a reminder of your disobedience." Master's voice was calm but firm. His cum was soaking my underwear and seeping through into my jeans and the back of my shirt. When Master comes there is always so much seed that i revel in its sheer volume but this time it is not for me to see, or taste or to be bred by. It is just a soaking; and as i move i feel it sticking to my skin, and, once again my dicklet is rock hard! When Master Calls next time i hope i shan't have anything to confess. I could not bear for His precious seed to be used in this way again. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-porn-legend-returns/a-porn-legend-returns-2 | Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2023 20:27:02 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: Re: A Porn Legend Returns P2 As a disclaimer I know nothing properly about the porn industry. This is just a fantasy so please just grab some tissues and enjoy. ... God I'd missed porn parties. This was the "get together" Callum had invited me to for the newcomers. I'd arrived dressed in a fairly standard outfit of a tight white tee, to show off my muscular frame, and a pair of jeans. But when Jack opened the door, I found I was both over and under dressed. He was wearing an expensive, detailed silk robe, open showing his underwear and belly underneath. He hasn't kept in shape the way I had, although I suspected his status as a porn director meant he hadn't really needed a hot body to get the guys he wanted. Entering the large lounge the party was going on in, I saw three other men, dressed similarly to Jack and milling around his living room. Amongst them was Callum, who I could now see had a hot body, with nice pecs, strong thighs and only the beginnings of a beer belly. Callum headed over as I entered and waved. "Rusty! Happy to see you made it". "Ah cheers for the invite man". Handing me a giant glass of wine we got into talking about my scene earlier, how I felt being back in the business and how happy they both were to see it. Soon I'd been introduced to the other two men present, with us all now chatting as a group. The first was a big man called Dorian, who looked only slightly younger than me and spoke with a thick French accent. Jack informed me he was a producer behind some of the big porn studios now and loved trying out the new talent. The second was a performer like me, named Mason and introduced as one of Jack's favourite tops to hire for scenes. In his late 20s, he was fairly short but muscular and had the jock look of a high school bully, with short cropped hair and a silver chain. I drank quickly and it wasn't long before I'd been topped up twice and had started to feel the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol. God drinking got me horny... everything did. "So what time are these newcomers getting here?" I asked. "Oh they're here my man, they'll make their entrance soon" Jack said, grinning and swapping a conspiratorial look with Callum. "Good" Dorian interjected, a sleazy grin spreading across his face, "I need to see the talent you want me to invest in". After that Jack left the room, apparently to check on the talent, and I fell into conversation with Dorian. It turned out that these newcomers were intended to be the launch stars for a new series that Jack wanted Dorian's support for. Apparently Jack had promised we'd know what it was when the boys were "ready" to come down. "That is what I love about this industry friend" Dorian said smiling, "I get older but the twinks stay the same age!" "I have missed that" I laughed. Dorian's eyes suddenly left mine, looking over my shoulder, and his smile turned into a broad grin. Three stunning twinks had walked into the room, dressed in small, white briefs that showed their gorgeous little bodies. Jack and an Asian man around our age entered behind them. Each twink looked slightly nervous, crossing their arms to cover their bodies and looking at the ground. "Smile for our friends boys" Jack said, pulling the face of the twink closest to him up by the chin. Slowly, all three looked up and gave a hesitant smile, revealing braces on each of their teeth. A ripple passed through the older men in the room. Dorian looked gleefully on at the young talent in front of him, his pants already tenting. Mason's eyebrows shot up and his mouth curved down into a hard-to-read smile, although I noticed a lump also starting to rise in his crotch. Callum simply smirked, obviously having known what was coming. I couldn't deny the boys looked hot. Each appeared as though they must be 18 or 19 oldest, with the braces adding even more to their youthful and innocent look. Two had brown hair, cut into that sweeping middle parted way all the twinks had these days. The final boy was ginger, with green eyes and freckles on his extremely pale skin. He seemed the most nervous, still not making eye contact with us men, and I felt my cock longing to be inside him. "Hello boys" Dorian said, the excitement palpable in his voice. "Say hello to Dorian boys" Callum said. "Hi Dorian" the three said, almost in union. "You like them then guys?" Jack asked, assessing the hunger in our eyes. All of us men laughed and the three twinks nervously giggled along. "This is the new concept guys a `Brace Yourself' - you like?" Jack continued. "Fuck yes" Dorian replied for us all. "Dr Khan here, has put braces on the boys" Jack said, gesturing to the leering Asian man behind him. "They're all 18, never done porn before. The new site is gonna be all about introducing boys like them to the world of fucking. Wanna test them out?" ... That night we resuscitated that my memories of living like a rockstar back in the 90s. I reclined on a sofa, chugging wine, with one of the brown haired 18 year olds on his knees in front of me, desperate to prove his worth and working hard to get me to cum in his mouth. Behind me a middle aged dentist was receiving payment for fitting braces, onto boys that didn't need them, with the asshole of another 18 year old. It was mental and glorious. Shortly after, walking out into the corridor, I found Dorian with one of the newcomers, racking up two fat lines of coke. "Want some old timer?" Dorian asked, smirking. It had been years since I'd done any drugs but fuck it I thought, this was a party. "Fuck yeah" I replied, and Dorian poured me out a giant line. "I should've known what I was getting myself in for" I laughed punching Dorian jokingly on the arm. He laughed along and handed me an another glass full of wine. Lighting up a cigarette he carried on chuckling and said "welcome to paradise". That coke gave me the confidence to do what I wanted all night. I cornered the ginger boy. His name was Adam or Adrian, I didn't really hear. He'd been snorting lines too and was loose, easy. He was saying words to me but I wasn't even listening. My hands were just roaming over his body. Grabbing at his tight little arse. I kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting the metallic tang of his newly installed braces. `Should I take him upstairs?' I thought. And then decided no. This was a party and he was one of the favours, I wanted to enjoy him here and show my host how much I did. Practically throwing him on the sofa, I peeled my tight top off and got on top. Thrusting my tongue into his mouth again I ground my crotch into him, loving the feel of my jeans scratching against him. I tore at his white briefs until they were gone and I could feel his whole naked body underneath me. Unbuttoning my jeans, I stood up to pull them and my underwear off, before getting back on top of him. My big, hard cock was grinding against his smaller one as I continued to ravage his face with my mouth. I needed to be inside him and at that moment a bottle of lube was thrown at me. I looked up and saw Jack and Callum watching, stroking their cocks. Smiling I looked back at the ginger boy beneath me and said "you ready boy?" He smiled back, revealing his braced teeth once again and nodded. I slathered my cock up and started to push into his hole, so unbelievably tight and beautiful. His back arched as I pushed inside him, with a long groan coming out. I went slow, so not to make him too uncomfortable and hugged myself into him, kissing his neck. Shifting my hips forward I bucked into him, pushed further and further in, loving soft and velvety his hole felt. As we fucked he moaned and his hands rolled over my body, urging me on, begging for me to use his fresh hole. Before long I had the entirety of my pole inside him and I could see the strain on his face, his pale skin turning red with the difficulty of taking so much man inside him. Still I kept going, fuelled by the cocaine and arousal, ploughing into him. Railing into him, suddenly another cock appeared in his face. Callum had been unable to resist and was now thrusting deep into his mouth, making the boy gag every time. I fucked harder and harder as I saw him struggle at both ends, his hole stretched to its limits and his throat spawning with the force of the cock taking it. Callum and I made eye contact, filth in both our gazes, spurring each other on. After I'd cum inside him, Callum took his turn. Then Mason. Then Jack. Than the dentist. And when the boy looked completely spent, Dorian picked him up, carrying him to a cab, the two other twinks close behind. They had to go and earn their porn stardom now. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-14 | Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 18:23:08 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: authoritarian When Master Calls 14 These largely true stories are based on my own experiences. I enjoy readers' comments, please keep sending them! And don't forget that Nifty depends on your generosity to keep us all entertained. Master's next call was early one morning but He didn't need me until afternoon, at times like this i spend the rest of the day dizzy with anticipation, it's difficult to concentrate while i'm thinking about what He may have in mind. Will i be humiliated, perhaps in front of His friends like the time i had to fuck myself with a cucumber while they jeered and laughed? Will He want to punish me so much that i cry for mercy? Much as i crave the lash there are times when i have to beg Master to go easy with His use of the belt or riding crop -- times when i feel i've disappointed Him - and what can be worse for a true sub than letting Master down, that red-faced shame and sense of failure? Or will this be the time Master decides to carry out His threat, more of a promise really, to piss over me for the first time? Oh the wait! I fuss around from room to room but can't settle. I think about the week since i last saw Him, will there be anything to confess? Though i am sometimes disobedient i pride myself on my honesty and could never lie in His presence; somehow i feel He can see right inside me! Unauthorised masturbation has always been a problem but i am working to control it -- yes, this week i had managed to obey His will, no jerking off and not even playing with my little dicklet! I keep checking the phone, is there another text with further instructions? Sometimes He's really strict about what i have to wear, but no -- nothing. I make coffee and almost knock over the cup as i flit about and fidget, my mind darting from the desire to check for more messages to worrying about what to wear if He sends no orders. Will i be able to take the pain He chooses to dispense? And so on and on like an overexcited child badly in need of direction. At times like these it is brought home to me just how much i need direction: direction and correction, the clear mind and firm hand of a real man, a true master. The true slave of course has no expectations. The true slave has learnt to take what it must, it must obey; but again my mind was buzzing away, wondering if this would be the day for Master's piss. Master's piss is all i can think of right now. He has often talked of pissing over me but as yet He hasn't. I imagine the scene, me stretched out in the bath, gazing up at His splendid cock, easing back His foreskin He lets the precious liquid flow and it rains all over my body, hot as it splashes on my skin, with me trying to guess where it will hit next, it sprays up and down my torso, a thrilling sensation as it washes over me before pooling on the enamel of the bathtub where it cools. I turn my body sideways, any ways, without any dignity, like an animal after long awaited rain, so as not to lose any of the contact, wallowing and splashing, dipping my fingers into the shallow troughs and puddles of the yellow liquid and bringing them up to my face to wonder and marvel at what i have just been granted, that intimate communion with Master's body. I touch the dripping wet fingers to my face and hair, all the time thanking Master for this gift. I am now so hard in my underpants and leaking pre-cum, it's been two weeks since Master allowed an orgasm so i try to distract myself from this daydream and remind myself one more time that my expectations are of no consequence. I finish my coffee but thoughts of what will happen later return, like a bitch on heat my whole focus is on making myself His. Master knows only too well that humiliation can send me into a submissive spin! I both dread it and thrill to it. I have recounted before that He took me to an older man's flat where i was stripped and made to comment on the somewhat shrivelled excuse for a dick that was evident for all to see. He made me tell the man what it was called; hoping to keep some shred of dignity i said "It's my willy, Sir" but of course that would not do for Master. At times like this the only acceptable term is "clit" and Master simply told me to give the correct answer, staring at me while i hesitated, but eventually gave in, and i said the dreaded word, "It's my clit." The hot flush of shame rose through my neck to colour my face but at the same instant something else changed, my little "clit" stirred, gained in size and stood out in front of me. Perhaps this was even more embarrassing, i felt like a schoolboy caught in the communal showers with a hard on and not able to do anything about it. What with my reluctance to use the correct word and the fact i was due a punishment today for unauthorised masturbation earlier in the week, this was to turn out to be an excruciatingly painful experience, both physically and emotionally. He instructed me to bend forward and pull apart my arse cheeks as His friend took a seat where he could have a good view and the punishment began. Master often uses the belt and the crop, inflicting pain is something He enjoys, but on occasions when the pain is to be punishment for a particular infringement of the rules he likes to make it public, realising how the experience of humiliation before a third person can add to the penalty. The usual protocols were in place of course, no moving, counting every stroke, thanking Master for each one. The first strokes were directly over my obscenely exposed arse hole, applied vertically, then i was instructed to lean further forward and grab my legs as Master let fly with expertly applied lashing across both cheeks, while they made comments about the reddening of my skin and the likelihood of there being lasting welts. To finish there was a further humiliation. "Tell our friend why you deserved this punishment." "Er, er.. i was disobedient Sir." "Yes, and be specific boy!" "I masturbated without permission Sir." "Perhaps our friend would like to know what you were thinking about at the time?" And so the questioning carried on as I revealed my innermost fantasies, of how I had wanked myself off while imagining being degraded as Master's slave, being made to suck off His friends as He called me by my true names -- cocksucker, slut ... . So the morning passed with musing on these previous encounters with Master and no tasks got done and by the time i was due to leave for Master's house i was almost quivering with excitement, or was it fear? He lets me in, and as soon as i am behind the door i must strip, having done this i fall to the floor and grovel, abasing myself, trying to be as low as possible physically to match the place i have in this natural order, recognising my place as the subservient before this superior man. Ideally i would have wormed my way beneath His feet. Master moves into His living room, given no instructions i attempt to meld myself into the floor, not even daring to follow with my eyes. "Here," He calls. I slither my way towards Him, stopping at His feet. His hand beckons me to stand and with a passionate kiss He embraces me. "Get upstairs, and into the bath." The moment has come! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-42 | Date: Sun, 05 May 2024 20:05:17 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 42 Tim was a natural at groundwork. Once he had an opponent pinned down under his stocky physique it was impossible to escape. Everyone on the team was jealous of his build it was the perfect balance of muscular power and aesthetic like a wrestler-gymnast hybrid. His arms bulged as he held me down and his chest was just as impressive. The veins in his arms protruded from his muscles and thickened with vibrancy. I tried to kick him off me, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Tim's abs were just as imposing as the rest of his body. He could feel me squirming underneath him, but it only served to turn him on. He grinned and stared down deep into my eyes until his stare conquered mine and he was in my head. I felt him shift until his ass was comfortably seated on my chest. He planted his knees into my biceps and knelt hard into me. He studied me to find the spot that made me squirm the most. His technique was perfect kneeling up just long enough into my biceps to bring me close to submission only to sit back down again on my chest and watch me struggle with the aftermath and prepare for his next assault. Tim's face was inches from mine, his eyes boring into mine like lasers. His broad handsome grin signaling his confidence and invincibility. "You're mine now," he whispered huskily, his warm breath fanning across my cheek. He cracked his knuckles a ritual he indulged in just before he would dominate me. Lying there trapped under him I braced myself and he started to smother me. His intention wasn't to harm but to weaken me. His hand over my mouth felt rough and tasted of his sweat. His fingers locked into my nose and felt intimate. He was careful to make sure I had air while he skilfully drained me of strength. With each minute I grew weaker he leaned in closer to me so I would have to endure the intense heat of his body. His weight bore down on my chest and the air seemed to be sucked from my lungs as he pressed harder."I'm enjoying this little fight with you" he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against my ear. The feel of his breath on my skin made me shiver. "I can feel you starting to melt in my sweat." MMA fighters know what a 'mothers milk' submission is. This sure felt like it! I was smothered under Tim with no hope of escape. The scent of his sweat was intoxicating, like a mix of leather and cum. It was a smell that turned me on. I could feel my body responding to his dominance, my heart racing, my skin tingling. I felt his pulse throb right through me. Nothing existed at that moment but him. His weight on my chest was both suffocating and comforting. I was trapped beneath his powerful frame, but I never wanted to escape it. His hand locked over my mouth, his fingers digging into my jaw, his grip firm and possessive. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, his chest pressed tightly against me. There was only him and I, locked in this intimate dance of dominance and submission. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "I could keep you here all day," he whispered assertively. I didn't have the energy to even reply instead I groaned to acknowledge his dominance. Tim must have had me smothered under him for over an hour and for most of it, I was in a near-sleep state and experiencing an intense erection. It was when I felt his knees digging into my biceps again that realized he was ready to intensify his domination. "Wakey wakey" he whispered His thighs flexed, driving his knees deeper into my arms, making me groan in pain. He smirked as I moaned and he sat back down on my chest. Every time he did that it shifted his weight off my arms and brought great relief. I watched him sitting on me looking so fucking perfect and thrilled by his mastery of me. I longed for him to shift his ass off my chest and onto my cock. Tim had other ideas though he was only getting started on me. Lying there defenseless I didn't know what to expect. Sometimes I wonder what makes him decide to shift his strategy in our fights. Is he bored or is he satisfied he's stamped his authority with a particular submission? Maybe he wants to find new ways to thrill himself? When I feel him shift on me I know something is about to happen. This time he shifted as close to my head as he could. His ass was practically sitting on my Adam's apple and I was buried deep into his crotch. This was a statement of sexual domination Tim was rock-hard and menacingly close to my mouth. He locked his thighs into the side of my head and leaned down on me until I was breathless. My senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of his crotch even as he exhausted me. His hands wrestled mine firmly until he had my fingers bent back and crushed by his and I sighed from the pressure. Every bit of Tim was closing in on me. In desperation, I used my legs to try and grab his head and pull him off me. It was exactly what he had anticipated. Tim was a master grappler he wanted to get my legs and now he had them. He grabbed my ankles and forced them down to my head. I was doubled over by him. He stretched my legs out and pushed down hard on my ankles it was like some kind of spladle torment. I screamed, he pushed harder demanding submission after submission. Enduring his constant physical and mental pressure I struggled to keep up with his appetite to dominate. The sexual excitement I experienced soothed my ordeal and I couldn't help but be excited by his perfection just twenty and in his prime, so beautifully muscular. He pulled my legs wide and made me leak precum. "Fucks sake look at that stain in your joggers let's see what's in there". Using his shoulders to keep me doubled over and pull at my joggers he exposed my cock. Instantly his hands were back on my ankles pulling them apart. "Look at that thing all that stringy cum leaking down onto you're face, you want to suck it don't you? Let's see how far you can bend" He stretched me out as far as I could go and slowly lowered my cock to my own face. "That's it, take it in you're mouth like a bitch". It was a moment of power and affirmation for him. He had conquered me and was about to make me endure the ultimate humiliation. I struggled to avoid my precum but he wanted it in me and spread me wide until I felt a deep orgasm and my head flooded with serotonin. He watched me shiver with excitement as I felt a tingling surge of supreme pleasure and yielded to the orgasm he had orchestrated. He made me shudder too as he spread me to inflict pain. Controlled by his creative and masterful barrage of pain and pleasure I was utterly dominated. He was relentless ensuring I was spent of seed before he eased off leaving my face saturated in a mix of his sweat and my cum. He shifted again to sit on my doubled-over legs burying me under his meaty balls. Tim was ready for more! Please support Nifty by donating: https://donate.nifty.org/ |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-porn-legend-returns/a-porn-legend-returns-1 | Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2023 17:04:21 +0000 From: domlad95 Subject: A Porn Legend Returns As a disclaimer I know nothing properly about the workings of the porn industry. This is just a fantasy so please just grab some tissues and enjoy. ... It had been twenty years since I last stood in a spot like this one. In front of a mirror, dressed in clothes given to me by someone else, hair and make up done by a femme gay guy, dick semi hard already in my pants. This was my first day back on a porn set, back to star again decades after I quit. In the 90s I'd been one of the "biggest" stars in the gay porn scene, Rusty Piper. Terrible name I know, but I was tall, chiselled and had a massive cock, so naturally was hired by all the major studios. Even then, I had salt and pepper hair, with an angular, manly face - I made a great dom in a scene, with muscle sluts and twinks as my bottoms. For five years I dominated the industry, and boys in it, before choosing to quit and get married. Now here I was again, having spent two decades in a loving marriage that had recently broken down, about to step back in to a porn set. I pulled a little bottle of whisky out of my bag, took a large swig and stashed it away again, before turning away from the mirror to head on to the set. I'd been called back up to perform by an old friend, Jack Long. He'd been a big performer himself, before becoming a successful director in the scene. Although the big studios had stopped hiring him some time back, he lived and breathed the porn industry. He couldn't leave or restart elsewhere and had instead began setting up his own smaller operations. He got to make the porn that really turned him on, even if it wasn't with the biggest stars or best viewership. We'd reconnected after my divorce, with me going through a hard time. Catching up about what our lives had been, it was incredible to see the difference. While I'd been playing house with my now ex, Jack had been setting up studios to cater to all kinds of niche fetishes. His favourite and most profitable series were twink domination themed, but he had all kinds of kinks covered. I couldn't deny a pang of jealousy and arousal. Jack knew it and immediately began asking me to make my return. Walking out on to the set Jack pulled me aside. "How you feeling Rusty?" He asked. "Yeah fine. Bit nervous but I reckon it's like riding a bike". "Of course man! You'll pick it up in no time. Now, the series we're shooting is called `Dads on Boys'. Concept is pretty simple, we pair a younger and older guy for some rough but pretty standard fucking. Okay with you?" "Sounds great". "Awesome, awesome. Now, normally we use a fresh face for the twink, but as we're reintroducing you, we've paired you with someone more experienced. Real name is Andy but he goes by Tristan Littles. He's 24 but his stage age is 20. All clear?" "Yep". "Great, so you take a seat on that couch and we'll bring him out. Idea is we ask you both a few questions, get a couple of dirty replies, especially from you. Then you fuck". As he said those last words, Jack smiled broadly at me and clapped a hand on my back. Taking my seat I saw "Tristan" emerge from the back. It was clear they'd paired and dressed us to accentuate the age gap. I was in boot cut jeans and a dark polo, while Tristan was in blue denim short shorts and a tight yellow tee. He was also much shorter and smaller than me, with brown hair and big brown eyes. The boy looked cute, I couldn't deny. We sat close together on the couch and Jack began firing questions at us. He started with basics like name and age. Tristan pretended to look shocked and turned on by finding out I was 54. "You're older than my dad" he said, grinding gently against my leg. Then Jack asked us about what we liked in bed. "Now Rusty, you were famous back in the day for loving to rough a twink up - that still your thing?" I ruined that take by letting out a laugh but on the next I gave them exactly what they wanted. "Fuck yeah. I've missed having cute boys like this one" I growled, grabbing at Tristan and groping his ass, making sure the camera could see the action clearly. After that we moved to talking about our size. "How tall are you Rusty? You make Tristan look tiny". "About 6'4" I reckon, but I love a shorter boy" I said, groping at him again. Tristan giggled, nuzzling further in to me and replied that he loved taller men, especially a silver fox. "Why don't you both stand up so we can see the difference". I really did tower over him, with the top of his head just about reaching my nipples. "That's a hot fucking pairing of ever I saw one" Jack whooped from behind the camera. "Have you heard how big Rusty's cock is Tristan?" Tristan shook his head. "Rusty, why don't you show him". Go time. Tristan turned round as I slowly unzipped my jeans. My cock was already hard, the questions having turned me on. Pulling my jeans down to my knees I let my cock tent my pants out for the viewers and Tristan. "Touch it" I said. With false coyness, Tristan gingerly palmed my big dick through my pants. "It's so big daddy" he said, making my cock jolt. "Take it out" I ordered, doing my best to be commanding. He did and gasped as the thick nine inch cock sprang out of my underwear. "You ever had one that big boy?" Jack shouted over. Tristan started to shake his head; as he did I put my hand on to his hair and pushed him down to his knees. "You're going to suck it now, aren't you boy?" He looked up at me with big brown eyes, a small smile curling the corners of his thin lips and slowly opened his mouth. I rested the tip of my cock at the entrance and waited for him to begin sucking. He started to slowly lick the tip, tasting the precum that dribbled. Using my hand I guided him slowly to take the shaft in his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. "Let's pick it up guys, punters want to see some domination!" Jack yelled. Getting pulled out of the fantasy for a second I glanced over and could see him looking bored. Tristan didn't stop sucking me though, or looking up. I could see a twinkle in his eyes that told me he knew what he'd signed up for with Jack. I needed to be rough. As we picked the action back up I took a much harsher control of Tristan. Twisting my fingers in his shaggy brown hair to yank his mouth onto my dick. My cock was big and I could see the tip pushing at the sides of his mouth, bulging the right cheek. Repositioning myself i aimed for his throat, sliding deeper in. His jaw was being visibly stretched by the girth of my big cock. It must have hurt, but I carried on with the job at hand. As I got further in, Tristan began to gag. I was barely half way in, but as I started to ease back I head Jack shout "keep going buddy, show us how you used to do it in the 90s", followed by a laugh from the crew. Getting into the zone I started to push my hips forward, hearing the boy gag as my cock bashed against the entrance to Tristan's throat. "You like that cock?" I growled. I could see Tristan'a eyes start to water as he gagged on my dick. Before I knew it two of the crew were right next to use, getting close ups of the tears on his face and arousal on mine. Unable to speak because of the assault on his mouth, I got a gurgling response that sent sparks through my cock. "You have a horny fucking mouth," I growled, fucking faster and thrusting against his throat again and again. We carried on for some time and I came pretty close to cumming, but luckily Jack called cut. "Great job boys! Time for the anal" he announced, rubbing his hands together over-dramatically. "Tristan let's get you warmed up". Jack had a bit of a reputation even back in my day, so I had no doubt what that warm up would consist of, as he led Tristan into a dressing room. Awkwardly I went and sat back on the sofa to wait, covering my lap with a cushion. When I'd been in porn before I'd been so relaxed being naked all the time, but it felt odd being the only one, surrounded by the fully-dressed cameramen. When they'd finished moving the cameras, a member of the crew came over. He'd been one of those getting the close ups and looked to be in his mid-thirties. "Man I loved your vids growing up!" He said smiling, "it's great to see you back in the game. No one fucks a twink like you. I'm Callum". "Ah cheers pal" I replied, "it's been a while since I've done it... you work full time in this?" "Ah well you certainly seem to have picked it back up well. You throated that boy good. Yeah, I wanna be a director myself, Jack's sort of mentoring me. You know some of us crew are heading over to his tonight for a get together - wanna join?" "Oh what kinda thing is it?" I asked, wondering why it wasn't Jack inviting me. "Some drinks, maybe some other party favours too. It's just a bit of gathering to welcome some newcomers... Jack would have mentioned but didn't want Tristan getting jealous" he said, giving a wink and low chuckle. "He not invited?" I asked, laughing along. "Well, he won't really be needed with the new boys there if you get me?" As he said that, Jack and Tristan came back in, so I just smirked and nodded to confirm I'd go. As the crew had already shifted the cameras, we got straight into the fucking. Jack wanted us to start with Tristan on his back, me pinning his legs over his head and staring into his eyes. Tristan got on the sofa and, before I walked over, Jack came behind me, putting a hand on my back. "Tristan's pretty experienced so we reckon we can go for a fast entry, you know just shove it in and get some really hot reactions from him". "I'm pretty big Jack, are you sure?" "Yeah just go wild man, let it out, trust me he can take it". They began filming as soon as I started to approach Tristan, grabbing his legs and moulding him into position. His ass was already lubed and so was my cock. I looked him right in the eye, saw his cute little smirk and shoved half my length right in. I saw the twinkle in his eyes disappear as he let out a yelp. "Jesus, fuck, you're massive!" The reaction was sort of what I expected but still made me hesitate. I looked over at Jack unsure what to do, Tristan still panting and groaning with my cock resting half way in. "Keep going Rusty!" Jack yelled. While I stood there, unmoving, and Tristan carried on panting, I saw the look in Jack's face change. He glazed over and became cold. "Keep fucking going" he said sternly and, after a slight pause, "I'll give you both an extra 500 quid if we see some more tears". I was conflicted. My husband had been the earner, so I could use the money, and I was really turned on by the idea of pounding the hell out of this twink. But as much as I liked fucking rough, I was a bit concerned for the boy under me. I looked down again at Tristan. His face was contorted and I could see it was hurting him. But he gritted his teeth and said quietly, "keep going". "You heard the boy!" Callum the cameraman yelled, laughing. This wasn't like the porn sets I used to be on. It was less professional, you could sense the arousal of the crew in the air. I liked it. Grinning I pushed full hilt into Tristan and made him wail. His hole felt so tight compared to my ex-husbands, squeezing my dick, milking it and begging for my load. Pounding into him I gave long, hard pumps. His whole body moved as my hips collided with his bottom, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Staring into his eyes as he whined beneath me I saw them start to fill up. As his mouth curled down into a frown, Tristan let out yet another long groan and the tears began to fall. The cameramen were immediately around us again for close ups, one right in his face to catch the tears falling and one behind me to see my hips pistoning in and out. "Can we get a shot of you licking his tears bro?" Callum whispered in my ear and I was only too happy to comply. I bent forward and drew my tongue across his face, adoring the wet, saltiness. Then I moved over and placed a snarling kiss on his lips. Soon after we switched positions, so that he was on top, me yanking down on his hips to slam him all the way on my giant cock. It had never been my favourite position though and, after we'd had long enough to get the shot, I took matters into my own hands, dragging Tristan into a doggy position. "Yes Rusty!" Jack yelled, clapping his hands. I'm a typical top so doggy is my favourite position. It got me crazy horny and I went to town on the poor twink's ass. I loved seeing my thick dick stretch his hole open, prying apart the tight rosebud between his cheeks. His ass was less meaty than i normally liked, although I couldn't deny my cock looked hot in such a cute, dainty bum. Remembering a move I used to love pulling for the camera, I flexed both of my biceps by my head as I railed the howling boy. My arms were still big even in my 50s because of a dedication to the gym. I felt hot. It was in this position that Tristan seemed to actually start enjoying himself, eventually moving his hips back to meet mine. He started to mewl rather than whine, groaning "fuck daddy, you feel so good inside me - I can feel you so deep - use my boy hole daddy". Being called daddy was one of my biggest turn ons and, after years of my mid-forties husband saying it, hearing the word drop from the mouth of a cute, young twink drove me wild. "Jack I think I'm close" I yelled out "have we got the shot?" "Reckon so" he said chuckling "let's see you spunk on his face". Pulling out of Tristan's hole I left it gaping. He immediately whirled round, on to his knees to take my load and I fired like a canon. It was the biggest load I'd shot in years, with my cum splattering into his hair, across his eyes and into his waiting mouth. Panting, I fell back on to the sofa, feeling total bliss. As I did so, Callum leaned even further into his close up of Tristan, capturing the moment he swirled my cum around his mouth and let it dribble on to his chin. The sleazy cameraman scooped it with his finger, feeding it to the dirty boy, who of course swallowed. "And that's a wrap!" Jack announced "let's have a round of applause for the return of Rusty Piper!" The crew cheered and clapped, Tristan joining in with my cum still on his face. Letting my head lean back, I smiled. ... Hope you enjoyed chapter one. The plan is to get a bit dirtier each time. Come back again to hear about the newcomers party ;) |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-15 | Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 15:00:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]>
Subject: When Master Calls - Part 15
When Master Call, Part 15
As usual this is a true story of my life as a sub. I have really enjoyed
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I am on all fours, totally naked, in my own house, head on the floor,
face to the full length window, staring backwards between my legs,
straining to see what Master is doing. I'm acutely aware that my arse is
striped with the many marks made by the crop; they will soon develop into
real welts. It has certainly been an intensive session so far. The
doorbell rings and Master moves to answer it, He admits a man -- i have
no idea who he may be. He is led into the room but ignores me and i
strain to see more of him without betraying the fact that i'm moving,
albeit ever so slightly, without permission. Master is silent, the new
man speaks quietly but with an authoritative air, i can't quite make out
what. I hear the unbuckling of a belt and the soft rustle of clothes. As
i strain further from my upside down point of vision i can just make out
the crumple of jeans and red boxer briefs resting on his feet and, above
them, firm, thick, manly legs.
Master has occasionally hinted that He sometimes likes to serve other men
but the reality of this has never really entered my consciousness - the
truth is that it's no concern of mine - but what is happening now is
quite a shock. From my humiliating position, the more so as i am
completely ignored, i see Master on His knees with His face in the crotch
of this man. They are quite close to me and i can hear licking and
sucking but can see only the visitor's legs and Master's feet and His
back as He leans into him.
I wonder if i dare move, turn slightly to get a better view of this
extraordinary sight, but no, i dare not and just at that moment i sense
Master reaching behind Him for the riding crop.
"Here, Sir, you can use this if you want, he likes to take it hard. Like
you see I've already been working on him."
Sir, He is calling him sir! The weirdness of this situation confounds me.
The blow when it comes is sharp but not too painful, it strikes both arse
cheeks with equal force and i remember my manners, a conditioned response
of course, as i thank him, quickly adjusting my usual words of gratitude
from "Thank You Master" to "Thank You Sir". I haven't got any
instructions (let alone an introduction) despite this man, whose face i
have yet to see, being a guest in my house. My only concern is not to let
Master down and i decide to deal with the situation as a test of my
loyalty to Him.
From my compromised position i see O/our visitor's feet move closer to
my backside, Master shuffles closer on His knees.
"Use it harder Sir, if you want, he's used to it and needs to be
punished."
Instinctively i push my arse back and upwards to ensure a more
satisfying, firmer impact, an offering to this guest; but this time the
leather tip of the crop tickles at the insides of my thighs and rises up
to push at my balls. Naturally i move my knees further apart to allow
better access. The next few minutes see the crop flying at speed, again
and again swishing across my buttocks then shooting up between my legs to
beat my balls. There's a short pause while Master pulls my arse cheeks
apart as though to display some obscene prize and i feel utterly without
any dignity or self-respect as the crop is brought down vertically on to
my crack. No sense of dignity indeed, but an overwhelming sense of
something else, the awareness that i may be pleasing Master and am being
of service to real men. Maybe that's all the self-respect I need! The
blows have now become so fast that it's difficult to express my thanks
for each one and i find myself gabbling out my gratitude as though
repeating some kind of litany or mantra, "Thank you sir! Thankyou sir!
Thankyou sir! Thankyousir! ThThaaankyousir! Thakusr!"
The blows have stopped, my arse is stinging like hell but as yet no one
has spoken to me and i clearly have no permission to move. To my left,
and at right angles to the window i'm facing, is a sofa. Now seated
there -- only his feet in my field of vision - is the nameless man. From
behind me i hear Master speak.
"Is he allowed to watch us sir, he might learn something?"
I can't detect the reply but i am prodded by Master who tells me to
kneel alongside Him as He lowers Himself to kneel between this man's
legs.
"What do you see there? What do you think of his cock? That's a real
man's cock, not like your pathetic little thing. Tell him what you are
and what you've got between your legs and tell him why you're being
humiliated and punished."
For the first time i take in the full magnificence of this man. Dark
skinned with tattooed arms, thick muscular legs and a look of supreme
confidence. It's as though his own body itself knows that whoever gazes
on it is being honoured, an honour that is not bestowed lightly. Leaning
back with hands interlocked behind his head the armpits are exposed and i
can only imagine what musky scent must be there for those who are
privileged to get closer. There's a faint smile on his lips -- no hint
that any other communication will be given or is even necessary. One
knows how to behave in such a presence, why would he concern himself with
words? Master and i, well, W/we are there to serve and to witness. For a
few seconds it's like Master and i are equals, two worshippers at some
kind of shrine to masculinity O/our eyes now fixed on his cock. No words
can do it justice: it rises rigid, thick and glistening with precum where
the foreskin begins to peel back over the smooth head. Worshipping this
proud phallus with its bull bollocks resting beneath is now all that
matters.
My voice almost quakes as i see why even Master pays obeisance to him.
"It's m-m-massive Master, awesome, not like my little willy, my clit."
I'm helpless in my adulation, my hair a mess, my mouth open in wonder, i
care no longer how i may look; where i have sobbed with pain after the
beating there are still the damp streaks of tears; my voice when i speak
will be hoarse from both the deep throat fucking Master gave me earlier
and the endless crying out of my thanks to this new god of a man who beat
me so severely.
"What are you?" Master reminds me of His orders.
"I'm a pathetic slut Master, Sir. I'm being punished and humiliated
because I disobeyed You."
"Tell him what you did!"
"I masturbated sir, without permission."
There is a smirk on the visitor's face, then He indicates that Master
should take his cock. Mesmerised i shuffle a little nearer, but Master
tells me to back off, i am not worthy to be any closer. Sucking off this
perfection of maleness is a man's work, no business of mine.
Master is fast and efficient in His sucking, up and down His head moves
piston like, totally dedicated to His work. It's not long before there
is a gasp from the man and in Master's throat i hear the unmistakeable
gulping sound as a spume of man-seed is deposited there. With an adoring
look Master pulls back and stares up to the impassive face, taking a
moment to contemplate the gift He has received; around the cockhead i
notice a few glistening drops of the precious jism and i dare to point to
it, Master leans forward again to lick it off and i daydream of how
wonderful it might be to suck this man-god's spunk from Master's mouth,
playing his seed back and forth as W/we kiss. But only Master is worthy
of this gift and with barely a pause an arm reaches out to draw Him back
to the still rock hard penis. Master is sucking again and within minutes
there is a second wave of spunk filling His mouth. There seems to be no
limit to this man's virility!
Of course this is not a man who hangs around. He is soon off the sofa and
Master rises to pass his clothes, He also passes him my jeans so he can
wipe his cock on them. As soon as they are out of the room i scamper
across, still on my knees to claim the tiniest reward, and i bring the
traces of semen, just visible on the blue denim, to my face. Before
Master gets back i return to my original position to await whatever He
may have in mind next.
Master had promised me punishment and humiliation when He called me this
morning, and i fear He is not done with me yet! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-11 | Date: Mon, 2 Jan 2023 00:31:21 +0000 (UTC) From: [email protected] Subject: When Master Calls (11) When Master Calls. (11) Since the virus has loosened its grip a little, Master has made more frequent visits. As always these accounts tell of my real life experiences, although the sequence of events and a few small details may not always be as they actually happened. Many thanks to readers who have expressed their pleasure in reading about my life. I love to hear from you so please keep in touch and remember as always that Nifty depends on your financial generosity. Master had forbidden me to masturbate and i had no idea when i would next see Him, it might have been as far away as a fortnight. Meanwhile i was experiencing night time hard-ons which drove me crazy with desire. Master won't allow chastity devices as He thinks, quite rightly, that they make life too easy; the constant struggle to obey which comes when one's dick is free means that one learns to become a more naturally obedient slave or sub as there is the constant need to make the choice not to touch oneself; each time the temptation arises for me i have to think of Master and why i am striving to obey His will: each time i succeed it is a little step of progress in my submission training, but if i fail there must be confession and punishment. Yes, i sometimes fail and disobey, but i always tell Master the truth. In this way i hope He can see that obedience, my favourite word in the whole English language, is a goal i am working towards. After all, nobody's perfect! All very well, of course! But none the easier for that, as my dicklet would so often be straining against the fabric of my tight briefs. On this particular night the temptation was too much, but even as the splash of the semen was soaking through the thin white cotton i was regretting my disobedience. The disappointment with oneself and sense of failure always outweighs the momentary, fleeting pleasure of the quick, furtive wank. Another week passed, and in a phone call i had confessed my weakness, my sin. Even alone, i can be made to blush with shame when speaking to Master. He is not content to know i have masturbated without authorisation, He wants to know the full details. Everything. It is so humiliating and i feel like a schoolboy as I have to say for how long, what i was fantasising about, how i was dressed, even where the seed went as it came out of my dicklet, and even whether or not there is still evidence of the seed dried on my underpants or bedding. Master insists too that i speak out these details clearly and loudly, frequently telling me to repeat what is said because i have a tendency to mumble when ashamed and embarrassed. Four days later Master called. I should explain that whenever He calls there are strict instructions on how i should present myself. Today's call was short, yes He said exactly how i was to be dressed -- jeans, smart shirt, loose cotton boxers underneath, nothing else; but there were no words about how i should receive Him. The only other instructions were to have the riding crop to hand and to have ready a pair of my grey briefs. If i'm ever unsure of how to present myself i stretch out prostrate facing the front door. As always i like to have a few minutes to ground myself, to prepare for His arrival and whatever He may demand. My arms were outstretched, palms flat on the floor, my face hard against the carpet and i could hear my own breathing. My feet, unused to being bare, sensed the cool air. It always excites me when Master asks for a pair of briefs and my mind was racing to thoughts of how He likes to put them on, taunting me with the bulge made by His cock, making me worship it through the fabric, the fabric of my own underpants, as i marvel at the real manhood contained there and am reminded that when i'm wearing them the bulge is inadequate and unmanly. If i'm very lucky he may use these underpants to absorb His pre-cum, sometimes He even shoots His jism into them and i am left with a precious gift of spunk soaked briefs, His essence, to place on my pillow at night. These were my thoughts as the minutes passed, but i needed to calm myself, surely He would soon arrive. But of course on this visit i was to be severely punished for masturbation, a burning shame, how could i have forgotten it? My mind was now everywhere, would i be able to take the punishment? Would i beg for mercy? Would it be physical pain, or some new form of humiliation? My breathing sounded louder, i was far from the calm state i usually strove to achieve prior to meeting Him. Of course, in His infinite mercy Master would hold back from the punishment if i requested it, but His disappointment would also be mine. I crave the discipline, crave the pain which i know pleases Him. And of course i crave to please Him; that is my chosen purpose. By now i was quivering, far from calm. Attempting to breathe deeply i concentrated on feeling the weight of my body on the floor and aimed at grounding myself in preparation. By the time the door opened i was motionless and was just aware of His feet at the edge of my field of vision as He passed. Silence. The silence endured. Five minutes? Maybe not, but for me it seemed like forever. Then i heard a movement and with lightning speed He had brought down the riding crop across my buttocks. I shrieked, "Thank you Master!" but He was so swift with the second, the third and on and on that i could hardly keep up in my expressions of gratitude. "Thank You Master, oh thank You, thank YOU!" My arse burned despite the fact i was still wearing my jeans and boxers. It stopped as suddenly as it started, with a sharp command, "Stand up!" We were face to face and He leant in to kiss me, my mouth opened to receive His tongue and with a firm grip He pulled my head forward: such a precious moment! Such tenderness seldom lasts long. Within seconds my balls were in the firm grip of Master's large hand, at first i thrilled to the touch; often, as on this occasion, he thrusts His hand inside my pants and reaches inside my boxers to cup my bollocks in His palm. Then, as now, the grip tightened. His fingers closed in, there was no pain yet but i knew it must come. Standing face to face, no longer kissing, master insisted i look Him in the eye and He grinned. I could feel His hand between my thighs and tried to concentrate on the sensuality of that contact, but the grip tightened further. He continued to stare me in the eye as i began to wince, to flinch. How far He would go was all i could think of. The grip became vice like and i let my head fall towards Him as though in some kind of surrender, but it wasn't a competition, there was no surrender to make. Master knows that i want nothing more than to offer Him my pain so i tried to focus on this gift. With imperceptible movement the fingers closed in further and the pressure increased evermore. I sprang my head backwards as though to show my willingness to take more and at that same moment He reached for my right nipple and roughly twisted it, diverting my focus from one pain to another in a trick He understands so well. With my large nipples, constantly worked over, and often by myself as a kind of homework for Master, there is always a ready and effortless way for Him to inflict sudden and searing pain. Master has told me many times that He could take more pain than me and once instructed me to slap and squeeze his balls. Now to be honest i've always thought my bollocks to be of normal size but master has taken to ridiculing them, saying they are tiny, like peanuts. He can inflict real pain just by using a couple of fingers; when i try to take a hold of His i feel ridiculous and inadequate. His sac bulges with shiny taut skin, containing almost golf ball sized bollocks. I become dazed in wonderment as though i am faced with the essence of all masculinity, my hand can barely squeeze them and on this occasion he laughed at my attempt. As though to prove a point, that He can do as He wishes, he pulled his hand out of my pants and jerked His right knee upwards straight into my groin. I screamed out, remembering just in the nick of time to thank Him for the pain. It was then that Master began to enumerate my misdeeds, the shaving of my pubic area, which had been an earlier transgression, the failure to present myself correctly on a previous visit and, of course, the masturbation. For this last offence i was made to repeat the details in a clear, precise form, my face a blazing red as i confessed, "Please sir, i played with my dicklet. I was in bed, it was about 11 o'clock, i was wearing white briefs and a t shirt. My right hand strayed inside the briefs and i couldn't stop myself ..." For all my efforts i began to mutter and stall, it was just too embarrassing, like being in the confessional as a young boy atoning for sins to an invisible priest behind the grille, only this time the "priest" was in front of me staring into my very being. He was silent, no words of encouragement came. I knew this would not go away and i must continue. "i..i..started to rub my dicklet and couldn't stop, i was thinking about being beaten by You, Sir, in front of other men and before i knew it the seed, the... the... the... sp... spunk was spurting out, i was able to catch most of it in my underpants. I was using my thumb and index finger, just below the head of my little willy and i was rubbing up and down, moving the foreskin very fast Sir. The underpants are upstairs master and i can fetch them, You will be able to see the dried semen. Sir i am truly sorry and i know i have been disobedient and deserve all the punishment you wish to give. My dicklet is not mine to play with, it is always for You to decide what is done with it." The crowning humiliation was now to come as Master pointed upstairs, i knew what i must do and fetched the briefs. Never have i felt so embarrassed, never have i blushed so bright a shade of red, as i held out in both my hands the white jockey briefs, the stain revealed for master's inspection. After i had finished i felt like i had really been cleansed at a confessional. Master was still silent. Eventually He spoke and held me close so i could bury my shameful face in His neck. With the humiliation of relating my misdemeanours and the sense of calm which followed, the actual thrashing seemed almost welcome, a necessary completion of the process. I was composed as i bent over the office chair as instructed, naked now, and awaited the twenty strokes which had been promised. Suffice it to say they hurt; as i write this two days afterwards i can still feel the welts across my arse. Master had stripped to administer the strokes, his cock rock hard with the sadistic thrill of my punishment. As soon as it was over he allowed me to hold his cock, a technique He often uses to help me calm down after severe pain; with my head resting on His shoulder my sobbing eased as i held tightly on to his dick, drawing strength and resolution from His manhood. Having expressed His anger Master now promised a reward. I noticed He had reached for my grey briefs and had pulled them on. Soon i was on the floor, in my favourite place , nuzzling against His crotch straining to smell and savour the scent of His uncut cock as it pressed tightly against the grey cotton, and i knew that soon i would have it in my mouth. Little did i know that there was more humiliation yet to come, but that's a story for another time! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/crushed-by-tim/crushed-by-tim-41 | Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 21:33:58 +0000 From: Grapple Lad Subject: Crushed by Tim Chapter 41 Since the beginning of our college days, we were inseparable. We studied together, played rugby, and enjoyed each other's company. Tim was more than just a friend, he was my best mate. Wrestling was our passion and turn-on. Tim possessed every physical quality that I admired. His body was the epitome of a supreme rugby player: broad shoulders, a strong muscular back, thick arms with bulging biceps, well-defined six-pack abs, a firm ass, and powerful legs. I was familiar with every inch of Tim's impressive physique as he used it to dominate and excite me during our intense wrestling matches. Despite spending months wrestling and submitting to each other, I realized that I knew very little about Tim. His background was a mystery to everyone, including me. All we knew was that he was on a scholarship, his brother was a former star athlete, and his parents held good jobs. However, rumors circulated about Tim's troubled past. It was said that he had been expelled from a prestigious school and sent to a rougher institution before college. Tales of his fights and rule-breaking were abundant, painting him as a bully who asserted his dominance over his peers. One victim even recounted being headlocked and choked by Tim in the locker room. Tim was popular in college. It helped he was the star rugby jock on the freshers team but he was good-looking and charming too. I watched amused every time the girls cheered him on commenting on his stunning legs or his perfect ass. Tim loved the attention and was happy to bed all comers. Two girls openly joked online about Tim being their 'go-to' fuck citing his impressive manhood and his boundless energy. He loved having their attention and affirmation it all tied in neatly with his image as a 20-year-old stud. I needed to know more about my complex friend. Who was this lad who liked to dominate me and casually fuck girls? So when he invited me to his home I was stunned! "Wanna come see my place next weekend?" "Yeah Tim that sounds great how come, how" "Yeah I know you all think I have this dark secret it's just I live with my family so they're on holiday" "Yeah haha Tim" "Let's face it I can do anything I want to you anyway so I don't need to get you home but maybe I can come up with something special" I laughed and shook with excitement. I couldn't help but wonder what Tim might do to me. Tim resided approximately 20 kilometers outside of the bustling city, in a charming small town nestled along the coastline. The area was renowned for its lush gardens and picturesque views. On a scorching hot day, we decided to take a bus to his hometown. As we journeyed, the warmth of Tim's breath on my ear as he dozed off against my shoulder stirred something within me. The bus rumbled along the uneven road until we reached his stop. The driver announced our arrival, prompting me to awaken Tim from his sleep. I couldn't resist capturing a snapshot of him in that peaceful state, his handsome youthful features on full display. He awoke swiftly, playfully punching me and instructing me to disembark. My anticipation grew as I prepared to explore the place where Tim had grown up - his house, his room, his bed. Upon entering, I was greeted by a neatly arranged and modern space. "I'll give you a tour later, but first, how about a swim?" Tim suggested eagerly. Following him upstairs to his bedroom, a familiar scent overpowered me. It was his unmistakable aroma, intensified in his domain of masculinity. Surveying the room, I noticed the walls painted blue. In one corner, his weights and a bench were neatly arranged, while a mirror lay on the floor. His sneakers were lined up beside the window, next to a laundry basket overflowing with his Nike jocks and Adidas socks. Every aspect of his room exuded an aura of dominance, confirming my expectation of a jock's paradise. The sight and scent of his surroundings sent a rush of exhilaration through me. Turning around, I caught sight of Tim standing before me, completely naked. He was a sight to behold - a vision of athletic perfection, boasting impressive muscles and chiseled physique. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him on the beach. The ocean water added a lustrous sheen to his manly aesthetic. His muscles moved in perfect synchronization, making his swift butterfly stroke look effortless. As he rested on the sand, his well-defined six-pack abs portrayed a sense of power with each breath. "You're so lucky to live here, Tim. It's amazing," "I suppose so. It keeps me in shape. This is where we used to play as kids. You can roughhouse on the sand and have a good time. My brother and I used to wrestle here all the time. It was rough, but he taught me everything I know. He trained me well, didn't he?" "I can't argue with that, Tim. You're a great wrestler," I admitted. "Now that I have you right where I want you, you know what that means!" Tim exclaimed with a grin. Tim was clearly provoking me, preparing me for an intense session. We enjoyed lunch at the beach cafe, where Tim introduced me to his old school friend, Mark. They reminisced about their childhood antics, with fights being a common theme. Mark shared countless stories of Tim starting fights with outsiders, even claiming that Tim once broke someone's arm. Tim vehemently denied this accusation. Mark proudly boasted about winning most of their wrestling matches, much to Tim's chagrin. Although Mark meant no harm, it was evident that Tim's ego was bruised. Despite Tim laughing it off, his body language gave away his true feelings - he would crack his knuckles when feeling aggressive. As we bid farewell to Mark and left the beach, Tim was edgy. He expressed disbelief at Mark's stories and belittled his physical abilities. Tim was clearly agitated and eager for a wrestle. It was clear that Mark had triggered something in Tim, igniting his need for dominance. I knew I had to prepare myself for what was to come. On arrival at the driveway, Tim immediately placed me in a side headlock. I was taken aback and protested, "What the fuck Tim?" He remained silent and his grip was so firm that I couldn't repeat my question. The driveway seemed to stretch on forever as he led me like a dog on a leash to his front door, up the stairs, and into his room. Once inside, he forced me face down onto his filthy socks and proceeded to choke me into submission. This ordeal continued for over an hour, with Tim remaining silent except for sporadic demands for me to yield to him. Throughout he was lying on his side to force the weight of his upper body on me. He worked his legs to press his body weight into the headlock. His cock was visible bursting through his swim trunks and leaking precum. He saw me stare at it and grinned. I was totally turned on by him and desperate to cum but he ordered me to pleasure him. "If you even try to jerk your fucking cock near me I'll sleep you! Stop fucking moaning and do what you know you have to do" "Tim I" "That will shut you up, you like a sweaty sock in your mouth don't you?" I found myself completely ensnared in Tim's formidable choke hold, drenched in his perspiration and gagged by his sock. He had outmatched me, leaving me utterly defeated and humiliated. It was an intense experience of pleasure and pain. I was not allowed to relieve my aching cock, so I focused on pleasuring his instead. Even as he submitted me, I gripped and stroked his thick, meaty cock. I could feel the veins bulging and the rush of his warm virulent release as it pulsed through him. He moaned with ecstasy as his creamy essence spilled over my hand, splattering the mirror in front of us. His seed warmed my hand and in that moment, I had power over him. With each stroke, I made him cry out and forced more pleasure from him. He reasserted his dominance by tightening his grip on me until I could no longer extract his seed. Tim emerged triumphant and when he released me, I licked his cum off my fingers to taste his victory. I was just half a day in his home and already dominated. We had a long weekend ahead of us. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-13 | Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2023 00:08:31 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: authoritarian When Master Calls, Part 13 Unlike all previous episodes, this is not an account of a real time session with my master, but a reflection on past experiences and the nature of my submission. I hope you enjoy it and please write to me with your thoughts, questions, ideas etc. I love to hear from readers! Please also remember that nifty depends on your financial support to keep us all entertained! Looking back i see that I've already written12 episodes recounting my service to Master. Recently He called and i wasn't able to respond as i was out of the country for a few days. Absence though can bring advantages and i have taken this opportunity to reflect on Master's role in my life. It's probably necessary for readers to understand that Master and i are not lovers, we each have a man who fulfils that role in our lives. No, the appeal here for me is in His essential, raw masculinity, and i guess for Him it is my need to be subservient. Master's gifts have been many, His very presence bestows an honour and changes the dynamic of my day. In fact there is only one focus, and my own petty concerns dribble away. And what is that focus? How do i understand it and how do i show my devotion? I dislike religious language, but devotion is i suppose the right word, it implies a concentration of thought, a rigid control of will and a ruthless exclusion of other matters. I've described before how i prepare myself to be in His presence, the prostration on the floor, usually naked, listening for His approach and straining to empty my mind of anything other than service to Him. My first experience of Him is usually, of course, His feet. He knows that they are all i will be able to see as He enters the house, my head lifts slightly, tortoise like, stretching the neck, to catch a glimpse of His shoes as He walks past and behind me. If i am lucky He may command me to turn, crawl and edge my body to where He is now sitting. Twice He's commanded me to remove the shoes and socks and it is difficult to explain the joy i gain from tackling this humble service: pulling off the shoes, placing them reverently on the ground, exactly side by side; and then the stretch of the socks as i ease my fingers under the fabric behind the ankle and pull each forward under the heel with that sudden release of tension, then slip each one off allowing the strong, sweaty stink of this working Man's feet to rise into the room. My dicklet becomes hard, i am allowed to look up and Master smiles! The aroma of a true man, and His smile! What gifts! So this is one example of how Master helps me focus at the beginning of a session, it is appropriate and measured, small gestures at, literally, the lowest level! I wonder at His wisdom, the ability to pace and direct my service. And always the eternal paradox of the Master/sub interaction -- as His inferior i think only of His needs, but in all He does He shows a supreme awareness of my own need to serve. Thus His body becomes an essential part of my experience, without it i cannot be complete. Yes, Master elicits my devotion in so many ways. His needs are great, in satisfying them one must struggle sometimes and in this struggle too i find clarity of purpose and pride in my submission. Take His treatment of my nipples for example. Early in a session Master will often squeeze and stretch them, He loves to do it and can work on one nipple for five minutes at a time. The stimulation for me is immense and i find myself willing Him (silently of course!) to move to the next stage where He will take one in His mouth. He will at first lick and suck and then, without warning, bite hard. As i write this i feel a hard on in my pants, it turns me on so much, but the actual pain can be excruciating. He insists i look Him in the eye as He bites, perhaps bite is not the word, and chew is more apt! And when He releases my tit what do i do? Well naturally i thrust my other one towards Him, i offer myself freely, almost boastfully claiming His attention. His gift of pain, it's so reciprocal, through His efforts i am able to offer back my suffering What pleases Master, as i have testified in earlier stories, must please me, otherwise there is no fulfilment; that doesn't mean that W/we both tend to enjoy the same activities. What it does mean is that i must challenge myself to obey, learn to take what He offers and then learn to gain pleasure from it precisely because it is His will. This can be quite a complex process. Let me give an example. It is sometimes His pleasure to squeeze my balls. I tend to know when this is coming because He comes up close face to face, He may even kiss me deeply before slipping his hand between my legs just as He probes His tongue beyond my lips. If i haven't done so already i know this is a signal to open them wider to give Him free access. The moment has its own special thrill, not least because i know the pain will be hard to take but i resolve within myself not to cry out this time. This tension between begging to stop and resolving to take it all is like a fine, taut line, it is a line which marks how far i have come in my journey of submission and sometimes it's a line i'm unable to cross.. He squeezes gently at first, increasing the pressure as He talks, maybe asking me questions about my week, about my failings perhaps, my weakness for masturbation when He is absent, or maybe He just asks me to describe the pain. Almost imperceptibly it increases and to hide my fears i may close my eyes - but not for long as Master won't allow it, He loves to see my abject submission and feels that by closing my eyes i am somehow distancing myself from His gifts. He wants total, direct contact, His hand, my balls, my eyes on His, unfaltering in a kind of circular communication. I may cry, i may sob, i may scream, Master is happy for me to express myself freely in these ways; but will i beg Him to stop? Well yes, occasionally, so how can i say that this is my pleasure too? I know He will not go too far so the urge to beg Him to stop is not really justified. I know i have taken all of this pain before, so again why beg? And i know that it pleases Him so much. If my purpose is to please, why beg for it to end? But when the pressure increases just a little more and i throw my head backwards, breaking the gaze is this the moment of failure? Sometimes, yes. But other times a peace and calm suddenly descend, i then give myself freely to the pain, live in its fierce heat and find a home there responding directly to Master's touch, a circle of being, part of one single unit, one flesh, i find His gaze again, He smiles, and i am grateful for being part of His purpose, satisfying his needs in the truest most visceral way possible: the receptacle of His desire, filling me with nothing but devotion. It certainly isn't easy, as the last example may suggest, and there are other ways in which Master can challenge. More recently He is gaining an interest in humiliation. He likes to humiliate me in two specific ways. As i've mentioned in some of the earlier accounts Master regards my penis as small, so who am i to disagree? In fact i believe it to be average but when compared with Master's it is indeed insignificant. I have taken to referring to it as my willy, much like a child would, though Master is happier with the term dicklet or even, clit, a term i can't abide. Of course i am made to repeat whichever term Master chooses and especially so if there is another man present. For some reason when Master has another sub with U/us He loves to compare size and length, and for some reason too on such occasions my little willy remains soft and floppy or at best half hard, The other sub is then invited to comment on it, worse even, i too am ordered to comment, to reflect on my inadequacy and to admire a `real' cock. I had never imagined that a grown man could blush, but blush is what i do at these times while Master and His other sub smirk and laugh. The other kind of humiliation concerns being a bystander as Master plays with another man. Once I had to grease the new sub's hole, put the condom on Master and carefully place my head on the bed between the sub's legs -- he was on all fours -- while Master fucked him doggy style. I was allowed to lick at the sub's dick as Master's powerful thrusts pistoned just above my face. As a reward for this service Master allowed me to remove the condom and let the copious amounts of spunk run all over my face! I had been privy to an intimate moment, watching Master's sexual activity at the closest of quarters, and the privilege sends my head spinning. My eyes have been millimetres from Master's cock as it enters this young man's arsehole, an intimate witness to His pleasure. Such a gift, and followed by the ultimate gift, master's precious seed. For all the symbolism and ritual in my interactions with Master i have to confess it is in the giving of seed that i most rejoice. I may be kneeling like a communicant, mouth open, tongue slightly forward as He prepares to deposit ropes of His hot jism. It may be that He chooses to spray His seed over me as I lie on the floor, bestriding me like a conqueror. Or on occasion He will use a shirt or my underwear as a cum rag, instructing me to wear the item as i leave. The life giving moisture, the smell, the initial warmth give comfort and validation. I am worthy of His sperm and rejoice in it. And, of course, the ultimate submission for any bottom, and for me the most precious of encounters with Master is to be fucked. If Master chooses to fuck me He insists on my lying beneath Him. The thought of His cock entering me sends shivers of anticipation, sometimes my body shakes, will i be able to take it all? Always Master senses my anxiety and soothes me with gentle words, instructing me to take deep breaths, to imagine the sense of fulfilment once He is inside, and i begin to crave, to long for the moment He is fully there claiming me as a part of Him as His body extends itself inside my own. As i take Him deep inside me, surrendering my very guts to His desire it is still not enough: i must keep His gaze and keep my mouth open; look directly into His eyes and be ready for His smile; and be ready to receive His spit as He claims my mouth in one final gesture of humiliation. Thank You Master, when You call again i will be whole. |
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Chapter 11
The next day, when classes were over, we picked up Freddy in the van. We had him strip naked outside the van, as students and professors were walking by. He blushed, and was clearly humiliated, but never hesitated. He was naked in seconds, and holding the display position. We attached his wrists to the back of the collar, and placed an 18 inch chain between his ankle restraints. We had been informed by his father that a 12 inch chain would pose a problem. The boy wouldn't be able to climb the steps of the jet's air-stair door.
The father, whose name was Michael, also told us, that he wasn't having the twins travel naked, after all. He'd realized he wouldn't have been able to keep his hands off them. But they would strip naked before entering our van, and pack their clothes in their backpacks. Their clothes would only be worn when they moved to Dom mode, after the first three days. Freddy would, of course remain naked throughout the five days. He no longer had any clothes at home. His father had given them all away. The hot little teen would be naked, collared, and caged, when he boarded the jet.
I didn't know if the twins, whose names were Ethan and Edward, would be wearing collars or restraints when they arrived, so I made sure we had some for them. Their father Michael had said they were about two inches taller than Freddy, despite being two years younger. We knew they were slender and well defined, so we figured the leather collars we had, being adjustable, would fit, as would our spare ankle and wrist restraints. As the twins would ultimately be trained as Doms, we would not be putting cock cadges on them. They needed to know what it felt like to reach orgasm from a butt fucking.
We knew neither the twins nor the father had any intention of removing Freddy's cock cage. But it figured that at some point, the twins would be using other submissives. Being able to reliably get those subs off, could be useful in the process of breaking a new boy in--especially if he thought of himself as straight. Nothing fucks with a `straight' boy's head more than blowing his load from being fucked in the ass.
We reached the airport just as Michael's jet was landing. It was bigger than I expected. It was called a Falcon 900, and had three engines at the back, stand-up headroom, a bathroom and a couch that folded out into a bed. Freddy was going to be fucked in luxury!
The twins stepped off the plane wearing running shorts, t-shirts and sneakers. And they were absolutely breathtaking. They clearly worked out a lot more than Freddy did. Slender frames, but with muscular builds. Well defined without going overboard. I'm normally not interested in high school boys. I had agreed to train them because I felt it would improve my chances of keeping Freddy for a while longer. But I decided I was really going to enjoy training these two!
And they were definitely great Dom candidates. They stepped off the plane and walked over to their bound and naked big brother. Freddy was blushing from head to toe and couldn't even look them in the eye. The two boys started playing with his body, and Freddy emitted that wonderful whimper!
His hands were still bound to the back of his collar, so he had no means to defend himself. Not that he would have dared! He knew his future was in the hands of the twins and his father. His attitude since he found out his father knew of his enslavement had changed dramatically. He was now highly motivated to please and to submit.
Ethan ran his hands down to Freddy's crotch, past his cock cage, and gently squeezed his balls. That caused Freddy to stand straight up, bite his lip, and close his eyes. I liked the way Ethan was paying attention to his helpless brother's reactions, as he slowly squeezed harder. Good instincts for a Dom. Freddy's eyes scrunched as the pain increased. When our naked slave began to bend over from the pain, Ethan let up. Good boy!
Meanwhile Edward had begun to finger fuck Freddy's ass, starting with three fingers. He'd had Freddy suck on those fingers to get them wet. As he knew Freddy had a very experienced boy twat, he didn't feel the need to start with just one finger. Freddy began to moan as Edward penetrated. At the same time, Ethan's squeezing reached it's peak.
There was no way to tell if the moaning was from the penetration, the squeezing, or a combination of the two. The twins didn't have any practical experience, but they had certainly done plenty of reading. I found out later that they had been receiving tutoring in Dominant sex (without practical experience) from their father for months. It seems they'd all reached an agreement to turn out Freddy even before they learned of his gambling addiction. And they were all delighted that we had enslaved Freddy and trained him. I could only hope their gratitude would extend to letting us keep Freddy for a while longer. Maybe even until he graduated college!
His father had already fucked him in both ends, of course. But Freddy didn't know it was his father when that happened. So it figured to be a different experience for him. And for the next five days, he would be completely at his father's mercy! I would have to ask his father for all the details on our slave's return. My housemates and I had been speculating on whether Michael would share him with the servants, and/or friends. I planned on giving our boy a couple of days to recover, in any event.
I looked around, as the twins were molesting their big brother and noted that the plane's pilots, the steward, and the airport ground crew were enjoying the spectacle so much that they were all rubbing their crotches. Not a surprise really. The power dynamic was incredibly hot! Even straight guys would be able to appreciate that!
Michael was standing in the jet's doorway with a big smile on his face. He was clearly proud of the twins, and no doubt looking forward to having Freddy all to himself. Who could blame him? He came down the steps for a closer look, ultimately joining in on Freddy's molestation. Michael surprised us, in a couple of ways, when the twins were finished. First, he took our bound, naked teen into his arms and gave him a big French kiss. At first Freddy went rigid, but as the kiss went on, he relaxed and responded, ultimately melting into his father's arms.
The twins were shocked at first, but as the kiss went on they actually started rubbing their very hard dicks through their shorts. It was also clear that while they weren't quite as well hung as the six of us, they were a lot better endowed than Freddy! Of course Freddy's endowment was of no consequence. It was locked up, and if we didn't give him any release from the cage when we had him, he might just wear it for the rest of his life!
After Michael was done with the kiss, he placed a ball gag in the restrained teen's mouth and buckled it behind his head. Michael didn't care for loud noises either! The boy now had his wrists locked to the back of his collar, an eighteen inch chain between his ankles, a cock cage, a butt plug, and a ball gag. I wasn't sure if that qualified as completely naked, but it was close enough! Then his father was handed a two inch wide roll of tape from the steward. His father used it to tape the boy's eyes shut. I'm guessing our teen slave felt pretty darn helpless!
Michael picked up his boy, threw him over his shoulder and carried him into the plane. He was back out in less than a minute. He wanted to see the twins strip. So did everyone else! I looked at the twins and cocked an eyebrow.
They got the hint. But unlike their big brother, their were no signs of hesitation or humiliation. They took off their backpacks and opened them. Then they pulled off their t-shirts, folded them and put them in their backpacks. They stood up straight with grins on their faces and kicked off their kicks. They picked them up and placed them in their backpacks. They were going commando, so the only thing left were their running shorts. They slid them down and stepped out of them, revealing hard seven inch cocks. They folded the shorts, put them in the backpacks, and zipped the packs closed.
They handed their backpacks to Mike and me. We set them down, and each of us handed a boy his slave collar. It seemed they were expecting this, because the promptly took them, put them on, and locked them into place. Once that was complete, they both went into the display position. They were so fracking hot that a couple of the ground crew let out a moan!
Mike and I walked behind them, locked their wrists to the collar D-rings, and began running our hands all over their nearly smooth naked bodies. Pubes and a smattering of pit hair, but nothing else. Well they were sixteen! We would be shaving them, but no permanent hair removal. They were going to be tops after all. About then, the ground crew supervisor came out. He was about to tell his men to get back to work, when he saw what was going on. He dropped his clipboard, stared at the sight, and began to rub his crotch. I didn't think his crew would get into any trouble.
I had intended to shave them when we got back to the house but Jack, who had a thing for hair removal, had brought the shaving supplies with him. So the twins would lose their body hair while standing naked, collared and restrained on an airport ramp in front of a bunch of strangers (the ground crew), family employees (The pilots and steward), his father, and the six of us. But not Freddy. Michael didn't want his eldest to see the twins being submissive.
There was a look of surprise and discomfort on the twins' faces. This pleased me. Nothing we had done or required of them had phased them in the least, up until now. Mike and I continued to stroke every inch of Ethan and Edward, as Jack opened up the can of shave cream and began to rub it into pits and pubes. Once that was complete, Jack and Frank each took a razor and expertly removed what little body hair the boys had. They then applied aftershave, which stung. That brought a reaction from the boys. They stiffened and unconsciously flexed those wonderful muscles! The crowd on the ramp actually applauded!
As we had an appreciative audience, all six of us began kneading and stroking every inch of those amazing bodies. We had those hot blonde high school boys moaning, flexing and humping in no time. We walked them over to the van, released their wrists from the collars, and had them lean against the side of the van with legs spread wide. This showed off their incredible asses to the crowd, with their balls hanging between their legs. Their seven inch cocks weren't visible because they were rock hard and pointing straight up.
Once we had our teen trainees set in a spread-eagle position leaning against the van, the six of us did rock paper scissors to determine who would get to lube their assholes and who would spread a butt cheek. Mike had the dildos, and handed them to the winners. (George and me.) George took Ethan and I took Edward. First we began with the traditional single finger, lubing and relaxing their holes. Then two, then three fingers, before inserting the dildos.
To their credit, the boys pushed out whenever we pushed in, limiting their pain. It pays to study any new subject, before acquiring practical experience! Once the dildos were in, we began fucking the hot and very horned up teens, with those eight inch imitation cocks. We wanted to use the maximum size they would be taking from us over the weekend. Once the dildos had been in them for a couple of minutes, George and I began long dicking them at a slow pace. We both made sure to stimulate their prostates on every stroke.
Our teen trainees were moaning like two dollar whores in less than a minute. As we picked up the pace, they both began humping back against our thrusts. We had them spewing their loads in less than five minutes! Sixteen is a great age for raging hormones! As we pulled out the dildos, with every intention of sticking in butt plugs and heading home, Michael walked up to us with a gleam in his eyes. I was worried he'd want to break his own rule and his agreement with the twins. I really didn't think he should fuck them.
But instead, he wanted two of us to fuck them in front of the appreciative crowd, which now included two of the tower controllers who had been watching through binoculars, and were now off duty. I was glad he didn't want a spit roast. I wanted to train the boys as cocksuckers one step at a time. And we hadn't brought spider gags. So once again, it was time for Rock-Paper-Scissors. Frank and Jack would do the honors. We hadn't been shooting video, and George had collected all the cell phones, to make sure the twins' privacy was assured. But no one seemed to mind, as long as they got to watch.
As the twins held their spread-eagle position against the van, I walked up between them, and put my arms around their shoulders. I explained what their father wanted. They stiffened a little, and looked at each other. They didn't speak, but it was, I suppose, silent twin talk. They both nodded at the same time.
Ethan said, "In retrospect, we're not really surprised. Our biggest concern all along has been that our father would start fucking us. We know him well enough to know he'd never stop if he got started. I think you men are having a good influence on him. It's not often we've seen him exert any self-discipline when he really wants something. Hopefully, having Freddy will be enough to satisfy him. So go for it. We didn't expect our deflowering to be public, but we knew we'd be publicly used at some point. If it feels as good as the dildos, I don't think we'll really mind."
I replied with a single word: "Respect."
It was the twins' first fucking, and no one else would use them here, so no condoms. On this one occasion, we wanted them to feel themselves being bred. We probably wouldn't do that again. Frank and Jack lubed up and approached those exquisite butts. Michael stood to one side, so he could see his boys' faces and watch their reactions.
I whispered to them, "No matter how good or painful it feels, don't show too much emotion. We don't want your father to get ideas."
They nodded. I gave each of their nut sacs a little squeeze. They looked at me and smiled. I withdrew and turned them over to my well-lubed friends.
I was bummed it wasn't me, but this was fair. I'd taken Freddy's cherry, so now it was my friends' turn. It's harder to hit the prostate in a stand-up fuck, but we are all very experienced and skilled. Our hot high school trainees were only about half hard when Frank and Jack started to penetrate. The initial pain caused them to briefly go soft. But that didn't last long. Again, they relaxed their sphincters and pushed back, like they were taking a dump. They had douched before boarding the jet, so they were good to go.
By the time Frank and Jack's pubes were touching butt, the twins were both hard again. My friends remained fully inserted for almost two minutes as the boys adjusted. They were taking short rapid breaths, but had made no sound. Their expressions were stoic. They were taking my advice by not giving their father any ideas--or at least not giving those ideas any encouragement.
Frank and Jack looked at each other and grinned. Then they slowly pulled back and proceeded with a slow long dicking. The boys had already experienced that with the dildos, so they were not surprised. They told me later that the familiar technique helped them relax a little.
As the boys began to respond with a gentle butt hump, my friends picked up the pace. The strokes were coming faster and shorter, but always to maximum depth. Pubes hit butts on every stroke. As the pace increased, the twins started dripping pre-cum. I was sure they would have a second orgasm. Teen hormones, am I right? The pounding was going fast and hard, but my friends know how to delay their release, and the boys came first. Their faces were scrunched up and they were hyperventilating, but they made no sound, as they dumped a massive continuous stream of cum. I was impressed! Michael was not going to get an invitation to fuck from these two!
When Frank and Jack pulled out, Mike and George stepped up and inserted butt plugs into the newly minted boy twats. It was going to be interesting to see if they ultimately decided they wanted to continue taking dick, at least sometimes. One thing I was sure of. They would never encourage their father to use them. I believed they were right. He'd never stop if he started. And I suspected it would also lower his opinion of the twins. And they were just too amazing for that!
We had the twins stand up and turn around. Cum was still slowly dripping from their half hard cocks. More cum was oozing down their rock hard abs. They splattered cum all the way up to their navels! They made no effort to cover themselves. They stood tall and proud, each with a slight smile on his face.
I quietly said, "Display position."
They complied. Jack and George locked their wrists to their collars, as Mike opened the door to the van. The twins entered and the door was closed. The audience applauded, Michael and his flight crew boarded their jet, and the airport ramp returned to business as usual.
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The Sex Pot
(A Poker Game Story)
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 9
We retrieved a sore and exhausted Freddy late Sunday afternoon. After a three hour nap, we woke him to do his homework. He finished around midnight, then crawled into his cage and collapsed. He clearly needed more recovery time, so we didn't whore him out after his Monday classes. On Tuesday, we brought him home and sat him down for a little talk.
"We have some news for you, boy. I doubt that you'll like it, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is your obedience. Do you understand?"
Freddy had a frightened look on his face, as he emitted that delightful whimper. But he nodded that he understood. He was in the house, so of course he was naked. I had him stand and assume the display position. I knew he felt really vulnerable like that. Plus I really enjoyed seeing that amazing little body displayed, submissive, and ready for use.
"What has been your biggest fear, during your enslavement? The reason you agreed to all of this?"
"That my father would find out about my gambling. Oh gosh, please don't tell me he knows?!!"
"More than that. He knows how you're paying off your debts. And don't you dare move out of the display position!"
Freddy and begun a slow crumple to the floor, but managed to bring himself back to the display position. He was trembling violently, but managed to hold it. I gave him several minutes to process what I had told him, before proceeding. It was hot watching him struggle to hold position. He was also struggling with his emotions. Perfectly understandable. I waited until his emotional struggle turned to acceptance. He was still trembling, but was now holding his position more easily.
"Did you know that your father is bisexual?"
Freddy nodded.
"And you know that both your brothers identify as gay tops?"
He nodded again. And his little dick was now trying to get hard in it's cage. He was beginning to see where this was going.
"Do you remember your first spit roasting at the frat house? I was paired up with the first alumnus."
Freddy whimpered and nodded. Speaking still seemed beyond him.
"That was your father. And he knew who he was going to be fucking before he walked into that dungeon. We were running your first porn video on the big screen. He'd watched it all before we entered."
A moan from Freddy, as his knees buckled.
"Stand up straight, slave!"
And he just barely managed to comply.
"He's very satisfied with what we've done with you. You've been disinherited, of course. But he may let you continue college, as long as you keep your grades up--and as long as we keep whoring you out."
Freddy swallowed hard and nodded.
"But certain things are going to change. Whenever you are home for the holidays, you will remain naked and ready to serve your father, your little brothers, and anyone else they order you to serve. You will be going home for Thanksgiving. Your brothers won't be there. They will be here. We will be training them to make good use of you. It turns out they've wanted to own that pretty body of yours for years. Did you know that?"
Freddy shook his head no. There was a look of fear and wonder in his eyes.
"They will also come here for the Christmas break, so they'll have had plenty of training, before they begin using you. Your father doesn't need training as I'm sure you are aware, from the way he fucked you Friday evening. He's looking forward to having you all to himself over Thanksgiving and Christmas. If you do well for him, you will be able to continue living in his home, after you are done with college. But you will spend the rest of your life as the naked family slave. I would be very careful not to piss off your father or brothers. If they decide to throw you out, they will likely send you on your way stark naked. I know I would."
He had his deer-in-the-headlights look. Not surprising. Freddy took several deep breaths, then surprised me with his first question.
"If I'm going to be their slave for the rest of my life, what would be the purpose of my finishing college?"
"Interesting question. Off the top of my head, two things. First you have your debt to pay off. Your father may not wish to do that. Second, it's always possible that you will gain a skill that would allow you to work from home. That would allow you to earn your keep. And if your father did throw you out, you might actually be able to put together a life that did not involve a minimum wage job. Of course, instead of just throwing you out, he might decide to sell you. If you had a skill beyond sex, you would be a more valuable asset. It's doubtful anyone is going to be plowing your ass often enough to justify owning you, when you're seventy."
"You're making it sound like I'd have a better life as a sex slave, than I would on my own."
"You'd have a chance at a better life. It all depends what you do with the opportunities you might be provided. I have a question for you. What would you do if you just ran off right now and started a life on your own?"
He thought for a very long time, before answering. It might have been the first time I saw him really think something through.
"Even if you took off the cage and gave me clothes, I think you're right. The best I could hope for is a job flipping burgers or something. And it's just as likely I'd be living on the street, a probably whoring myself out, until I lost my looks. I've really messed up, haven't I?"
"Yes. And no matter what you decide, you will have to accept and deal with the consequences of your actions. And just for the record, if you want to run off, I will let you. But you will leave naked and caged, if you go. You still haven't paid off your debts."
He lowered his head, nodded and said, "I deserve that. In fact, I deserve everything that's happened to me. I'll serve all of you as long as my father allows it. And I'll serve my father and brothers, for as long as they want that. I'll be asking my father for permission to finish college. Whether or not my debts are paid off, I'm willing to serve you the full four years. I'm getting the best grades I've ever had. The structure I'm given here is worth what I'm going through. I suspect, knowing my father and brothers, that the cage will never come off. I'm not thrilled with that. But I'm learning to live with it."
"What do you think you'll study? Please don't say anything like Art History. You need to pick something that will give you a career you can pursue from a cage in your father's dungeon."
"I took a computer programming class in Prep School and really liked it. Math is the one thing I've always been good at. Which is amazing, since I can't seem to keep track of cards on a poker table."
My roommates and I cracked up laughing at that. Freddy smiled sheepishly. Through all of this, Freddy had held the display position, which was getting all of us pretty horned up. I walked up behind him, and began running my hands over that incredible body. Freddy never flinched.
"You realize that you will very likely never have sex with a woman."
"Well, at least I got to go down on those Goth Girls. That was fun! I loved how they responded. Do you think they'll rent me again?"
I grinned at my roommates and said, "It's always possible. Did you like getting pegged by them more than getting fucked by men?"
"No. They have one orgasm after another, never go soft, and just keep pounding away. But it is better than putting out for the dog. That was the worst humiliation and pain I've experienced in my life!"
"Well, if we have you for any length of time, that's going to happen again. Probably with some regularity. And the public nudity will just keep getting worse. More people seeing you and more people having you in front of others."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but that's become a major turn-on. My dick would be hard as a rock, if it weren't in it's cage. The one thing I'd wish for, but don't expect is regular orgasms."
"It's good that you don't expect that. What you can expect is continued punishment for any orgasm you manage."
"Yes, Master."
I grabbed Freddy's balls and squeezed. He gasped and leaned back into me. Mike came up and kissed him hard. Freddy seemed to melt at that. He dropped to his knees and took Mike in his mouth. I got the sense this might be the first time Freddy was really trying to please, instead just doing what he had to in order to minimize the punishments.
Before we picked up Freddy from school, Mike had set up his DSLR to record everything. And Freddy had never blinked at that. He'd seen his first porn video. It had even included the crowd cheering as Freddy was penetrated by Monster. Our contract with him allowed us to shoot video and use it any way we wanted. With what we already had, what would be the point of objecting?
And the camera loved him! With that beautiful face, and stunning muscle twink body, even straight boys wanted him! And with the exercise regimen we had him on, he was even hotter than he was when we met him. And his aura of vulnerability was so darn sexy! Had his father not wanted him, I might have considered selling him to an Eastern European porn studio.
As Freddy enthusiastically deep throated Mike's meat, I pulled the boy's legs apart, lubed Mr. Happy and plowed straight into that exquisite ass. My roommates were all shooting various close-ups with their phones. This was Freddy's first truly voluntary spit roasting. He was never ordered to do any of this. He just went for it. He might be a straight boy, but he was pure submissive. I have no doubt he would've preferred to belong to the Goth Girls. But he had come to accept the need to belong to a dominant owner. And what they had between their legs, just wasn't all that important to him anymore.
Before the afternoon was over, Freddy had served us all from both ends. It was the best he'd ever done. About ten minutes after we finished, there was a knock on the door. Standing there, rubbing their crotches I saw four of Freddy's former dorm mates, holding IOU's from Freddy with big grins on their faces.
"Normally, I would require you to make an appointment. But if you're willing to have us shoot video of you naked, and using Freddy in our back yard, we'll let you spit roast him until sunset."
I didn't think the boys would agree, but they surprised me. Could they wear hoods, or could we avoid including clear shots of their faces? I looked at Mike, our expert cameraman, and he nodded. No hoods, but we would edit out or blur faces any time they would be recognized. We cleaned Freddy out first, so the boys wouldn't have sloppy seconds--or sixths, actually. They knew our rules and had brought condoms.
We strapped Freddy into our outdoor fuck bench, to provide a little variety in positions. We also phoned a bunch our neighbors to come over and watch. When they started arriving with snacks and beer, Freddy started to whimper. But not because of the humiliation. It was because of the pain, with his little dick trying mightily to get hard in his cage. So I guess it was at least indirectly due to the humiliation.
We couldn't let all the neighbors fuck Freddy. There are limits to what a boy can take. Fortunately, not all of them wanted to. Or at least they weren't willing to pay. But they sure enjoyed the show! Naked Freddy being pounded from both ends by four naked college freshmen!
Toward the end of the festivities Monster started getting rambunctious on the other side of the fence. The professor looked over the fence. He had a questioning look on his face, and was holding up his wallet. Freddy was facing that way, and looked at me with his pleading look.
"Is this going to be a problem, slave?"
Freddy sighed and said, "No Master. Whatever you want."
I asked the Professor if he wanted to use the boy as well.
"Oh heck yeah! But I better use him before Monster, or the boy won't have any energy left!"
Professor and dog came over, as the crowd cheered.
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The Sex Pot
(A Poker Game Story)
By
Randy MacAnus
© 2019-2023 All Rights Reserved By The Author
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Chapter 7
The Goth Girls were twins--ironically named Buffy and Muffy. Needless to say, their mother's name was Karen. When they came to college they rebelled from their strict religious upbringing--big time! But in one way they were just like their mother--very dominant! They were bisexual and even during high school, they had been lovers. But what they loved most was dominating teen boys.
Most teen boys aren't up for that. But after several bad experiences with aggressive boys who didn't have a clue what they were doing, and had no interest in learning, Buffy and Muffy decided the only way they were going to do boys was on their terms. They bought strap-ons, and any boy who wanted to be with them, would be allowed to enter the girls only with their tongue. And those boys had better be willing to be penetrated with the twins' strap-ons! They found a couple of boys in high school who were so naive, and desperate to learn how to please a woman, that they submitted without limits.
But college boys had proven more difficult to convince. So Freddy represented a great opportunity! The girls both had slender, athletic, androgynous bodies. If they had been wearing slacks or jeans instead of skirts, you would have had to look really close to determine their gender.
The straight boys who had just fucked Freddy, were clearly hoping for a detailed look. And the girls, it turned out, were exhibitionists. So no problem there--but they did leave their shirts on. I thought that perhaps it was because of their small, firm breasts. It turned out it was because there was no reason to get completely naked, and they wanted Freddy to feel as vulnerable as possible.
With Freddy naked, collared, caged, and surrounded by fully dressed people who had or would fuck him, that was not a problem! Muffy gave Freddy his first taste of a woman. She kept his head buried, until she began to moan. Then she put on her strap-on, and moved to his delightful ass.
Buffy then took over at Freddie's mouth. Once she was ready to go, she put on her strap-on, and began to fuck Freddie's throat. Fortunately for Freddy, the strap-ons were latex and not hard plastic. Even so, he was getting a work-out, and every one of the boys watching had their hard dicks in their hands.
The girls gave our little naked stud a very long ride. By the time they were done, they had switched ends three times, and each had multiple orgasms. Girls are so lucky that way! I would have to remember this, and either charge more for girls, or set a time limit. The good news is no one got bored. And with all the stimulation, Freddy actually came! Punishment would follow!
And to the girls' delight, one of the boys quietly came up to them and offered to submit to them! He was really cute, so I pulled the girls aside, and told them, if they wanted to get him fucked by men at some point, they should let me know. They already had my card.
Muffy said, "Count on it," with an evil grin.
Freddy was exhausted, so I decided to let him rest a bit before using him myself. That would happen when we got back to the house. I reattached his shorts, but left him otherwise naked, until I got him to the van. There were still some students passing through the parking lot, so I thought I'd see if I could get him to rebel and earn more punishment.
"Take off the shorts, boy."
Freddy looked up at me in horror, and looked around. Some of the students had heard my comment, and stopped to watch. But Freddy was learning. Blushing a medium pink, he pulled the Velcro loose, and handed me the pieces of his shorts.
"Assume the display position."
He complied.
"Those of you who don't have a class with Freddy, may not know that his cute body can be rented from me for sex."
It was all the boy could do to hold his position. He didn't disobey, unfortunately, but I did get to hear that wonderful whimper again. I gave my spiel, and handed out cards to those interested. I opened the door to the van, and our hot little slave hurled himself inside. He would receive a second punishment for not waiting until I ordered him into the van. So win-win!!
When we got home, I handed Freddy off to my other roommates. They took him to the Dungeon to administer his punishment, and provide him with more oral and anal training. I went to my room to check my emails. There were four from guys who wanted to rent Freddie, so that made for enjoyable reading. As I finished the last email, another came in from the frat that would be renting Freddie for Homecoming weekend.
They wanted to know if they could keep our slave for the full weekend. They had an unusually high number of requests from Alumni for a freshman ass and mouth to use. They would not be able to fill all the requests, given our limit of ten dicks in each end, for one night of Freddie.
Freddie had just taken six dicks in each end from the boys, and a major butt reaming from the two Goth Girls' strap-ons. He was pretty exhausted, but didn't seem the worse for wear. He was now in the Dungeon, receiving punishment, and a spit roasting from five more cocks. I decided I would wait to see what kind of shape he was in, in the morning before deciding on what Freddie could handle at the frat. Homecoming was still a week off, so there was no rush to respond.
I went to the Dungeon to see how things were progressing. I was delighted to see that they had taken his punishments up a large notch. Freddy was strung up spread-eagled. In addition to his restraints, they had added a ball gag. None of us were fans of loud noises.
And as they were alternating his ass paddling with electric shocks, noises were being made! Freddie had been shocked through his collar of course, but this was much more entertaining. Electrodes were on his nipples, his balls, and there was a probe up his ass. He never knew where the pain would be coming next!
And all my friends were in full BDSM drag including hoods, so they couldn't be identified in the video they were shooting. With all the video we'd collected, we were going to have one heck of a porno! Freddie's face was fully visible, and he was naked of course, so all those beautiful muscles flexing in pain were being fully documented by the cameras.
I picked up a handheld camera, and shot closeups of Freddie's cute little dick trying to get hard in it's cage. We'd had him less than a week, so I wasn't surprised that his dick hadn't given up trying to get hard. But I had hopes! The fact that the pain and humiliation were turning him on, pleased me no end. If we had him long enough, I figured he would become addicted to the pain and humiliation. If that happened, our straight boy would either need to find a Dominatrix, or give himself to men like the six of us, to meet his needs. Cool!!
Once the punishment was finished, I did a thorough examination of his mouth and butthole, to see what damage might have been done by all those fuckings. But the generous use of lube, and perhaps condoms, was paying dividends. He was still in good shape. And while his butthole was clearly sore, it was closing properly, and there was no evidence of tearing, or other damage.
So I removed the ball gag, and quietly ordered him to beg for my cock in his ass. This was for the cameras. And after what he had just been through, our pretty teen slave boy was not about to hesitate!
"Please Master, may I have the honor of your massive cock up my ass?!"
He even said it with a desperate enthusiasm. Being a kind and generous owner, I obliged. My five roommates had used condoms, so no one had to deal with sloppy seconds. But as mine was the last cock up his ass for the day, I just used lube. Freddie had not cum from his five previous fuckings. Between that, and his being so turned on by his punishment, I figured that desperate enthusiasm was real.
I left him spread-eagled for his fucking. And I began by letting my hands roam that amazing, helpless body. I had dipped my fingers in menthol ointment before starting, and rubbed it into his ravaged nips and balls. It may or may not have helped with healing, but in those sensitive areas, it caused significant pain. And with the ball gag out, he was able to articulate what he was feeling.
"Holy crap, Master! What did you do?! Aaarrgh, oh my gosh that hurts like a motherfucker!!!"
"Did you just swear, slave?"
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Master, it just hurts so much!!!"
"I will let it go this time boy, but if I ever hear you swear again, I know just the punishment you will receive. And it will make today's punishment seem positively gentle by comparison."
"Thank you Master!"
I decided to long dick him, taking my time, and pounding his prostate with every stroke. The moaning started as soon as I began to penetrate. It grew louder and more desperate as his fucking continued.
"Oh gosh, oh golly, gee whiz Master, please please make me cum. And please give me permission to cum! I'm so gosh darn horny, Master!!"
Well, he definitely wasn't swearing. I turned back to look at my friends to see what they thought. They all had big grins on their hooded faces, and were nodding, so I relented.
"I don't guarantee that you will cum, boy, but if you do, you have permission and will not be punished."
"Oh, thank you Master!"
And with that, Freddie began humping hard and fast against my junk, squeezing tight on pull-back and relaxing on penetration, with a level of skill and enthusiasm he had not shown before. Possibly the practice he'd had with the eleven dicks and the two strap-ons that had used him today had improved his technique. Either that, or he'd been holding back on us to avoid orgasm. Well if he ever failed to pleasure me like this in the future, he would darn well pay for it!
"Oh gosh, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop, pound me harder Master, PLEASE!!!!"
The video would later show a big shit-eating grin on my face, as I picked up my speed and pounded that sweet ass as hard as I could. I was really hoping I would cum first, and leave pretty boy hanging. But Freddie had been so horned up for so long, that he beat me to it, exploding out of his limp caged dick, with more cum than I had ever seen him produce. And given that he had already cum earlier, that was impressive! He'd be licking it up, of course. But not before I dumped my load in his ass.
That took another five minutes. And poor sore Freddie took it without complaint. He even had the good sense to keep squeezing and relaxing, though he wasn't on automatic hump mode anymore. I shot a very satisfying load up that fantastic ass, then promptly shoved a butt plug in. Freddie groaned, but did not object. He was learning.
I released his wrists but left his legs restrained and widely spread. Then I lowered him to the floor. Without being told, our exhausted sex toy licked his load up off the floor, for our entertainment, and for the cameras. When he was done, I attached his wrist restraints to the back of his collar, and left him like that. On the floor, legs spread as wide as they would go and wrists restrained. He had just enough awareness to keep his elbows out to the side. After we shot video of him on his stomach, we flipped him over, to shoot video of his phenomenal hairless torso, and caged little dick, which was still slowly leaking.
We left him there for a couple of hours, to take a much-needed nap. Then we released him, and took him to his desk, to do his homework. After all, he had classes tomorrow. And no doubt, more students ready to fuck his brains out!
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The Sex Pot
(A Poker Game Story)
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 10
Freddy was much more motivated, now that his father knew everything. He was a boy who thrived on structure and obedience, but had had no real direction in his life. He knew now that if he was to avoid a minimum wage future, he would have to keep his grades up and be an excellent sex slave. And not just for us, but for his father and brothers as well.
When he came to us, he had no real motivation for anything. Now, he had a goal--develop his skills as a computer programmer. It was his best chance of one day being free and independent, with a decent income. If he succeeded, he wouldn't be rich, but he wouldn't be on the street either. Freddy told us that he figured his family would get bored with him at some point. He hoped if he had a skill, they'd just throw him out, and he could strike out on his own. Where before, he had studied to avoid punishment, he now worked diligently because he wanted and needed to.
Whether he could sustain the attitude and effort remained to be seen, but it was a good start. Hopefully, his father would let him finish school, and we could use him and whore him out for the full four years! (I'm an optimist.)
The word about Freddy had been spreading, and I was getting a steady stream of emails, inquiring about rates and availability. I decided to raise Freddy's rates. He was in demand, and with his new attitude, he had become a better bitch.
Also, I didn't want him getting fucked out, right before Thanksgiving. His father would not have been amused. The new rates were beyond the reach of a majority of students, but the students who were better off, plus the interested adults were fine with the rates. Freddy was a rarity--a stunning, straight, teen beauty, who couldn't say no!
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I had to line up a couple of novice subs for Freddy's brothers, and I knew just where to start. I called the Goth Girls, Muffy and Buffy. They had acquired a sub from among the boys who'd fucked Freddy that day. And they had said we could use him. I told them the full situation. They said they would lend me their sub, if they could watch him being used by Freddy's brothers. Oh, heck yes!
But then they also wanted another go at Freddy--for free. I wasn't willing to make that trade, and we negotiated half of their original price to use him. They wanted him before Thanksgiving. I didn't want him used on Wednesday. His father would be picking him up that afternoon. We arranged a time on Tuesday evening. They would be Freddy's last fuck before his Father got him. I set a time limit this time. They weren't thrilled, but they understood.
Their boy bitch was sleeping on the floor in their room, rather than in his dorm, so they wanted to know if we could keep him through Monday evening, when we would be done with him. They didn't want to schlep him back and forth. We said sure, Freddy's cage would be available. But we wanted him naked. And we didn't want him to have clothes in our house. They really liked that! In fact, they wanted us to pick him up with our van. He would be transported stark naked, except for his collar and leash.
We needed a second novice bitch. When I was going to Freddy's classes to explain his new position in life to his classmates, one had given me his email. He had offered to be our slave on weekends. Time to give him a call. It turned out he wasn't going home for Thanksgiving, and he was in fact, a virgin. We told him what we wanted from him. He agreed on two conditions--that we start to use him regularly, and that he get to serve the twins again over the Christmas break. That definitely worked for us!
Tuesday evening arrived. We pulled up in front of the Goth Girls dorm, and texted them. We're classy guys. We don't honk. It's a co-ed dorm so there were both girls and guys cheering and applauding the blushing naked boy being led on a leash through the halls, down the stairs, and out to our van. The girls had trained him well. He waited by the van, with his hands at his sides, until he was ordered to get in the back. I'd forgotten how cute he was! Once Freddy's brothers were done with him, we might want to use him ourselves!
We wouldn't be picking up the other novice slave until the next afternoon, when he was done with his last class. So it was time for the Goth Girls to get to work on Freddy! The girls decided on the outdoor pillory, and asked us to invite our neighbors over to watch. This would be a nice change of pace for the neighborhood! We had a mass text set up for the neighbors, so they got immediate notification.
As the neighbors began arriving (with snacks and beer) for another erotic show, the girls locked Freddy into the pillory. Muffy and Buffy were wearing short leather vests that left their abs exposed, black combat boots, and black running shorts. They wore nothing underneath. Once Freddy was locked in and the neighbors were gathered, the girls stepped out of the shorts and unbuttoned their vests, so their pert firm breasts were peeking out. The neighbors cheered and the girls took a bow.
The pillory was set to the height that had him bent at the waist. So both ends were at just the right height for fucking. His head and wrists were locked into the holes. A spreader bar was added, to keep his legs spread to maximum width. Unlike the bench, which hid the front of his body from view, the pillory left every part of him exposed.
The girls had made an interesting suggestion, and we decided to take them up on it. Their slave had gained a lot of experience in serving the girls orally and taking strap-ons in a way that increased pleasure for his owners. But he had never sucked a cock.
The girls suggested that we remove Freddy's cage, and let their slave suck him, while he was being spit-roasted. If Freddy came, he would be punished by the slave who made him cum. If he managed to avoid an orgasm, Freddy would finish the encounter by taking the slave over his knee and spanking him until his ass was bright red. Either way, both boys would be naked and collared during the punishment.
We thought that was fantastic! We even decided to shoot video of the whole thing. That was something we had not done with the Goth Girls before. But now that Mike had assured me that he could blur out or avoid faces other than the two slaves, we figured this would be a super hot variation, to add to our second video!
Freddy was informed of the challenge after he was locked into the pillory. He was enthusiastic. Our horny boy was more than willing to endure the punishment if he could cum!
The Goth Girls' slave, whose name was Ricky, wasn't so sure. He'd never sucked cock. He didn't know what to do. And he did not want to be spanked! The combination of humiliation and pain had always made Ricky hard in anticipation of the punishment, and he always came during the spanking. And that led to more punishment! But this time it would be in front of a whole bunch of our neighbors! And he wasn't at all sure he wanted to be spanked in front of a bunch of strangers!
I discussed the technique with him, told him that Freddy's dick was on the small side, and should be manageable. And Freddy would be in no position to fuck his throat. Ricky would actually be in control. He still wasn't sure, so I promised to coach him, while he was sucking.
Muffy said, "Slave this is going to happen. So take the advice and make the best of it."
The slave gave me a pleading look, but knew he wasn't going to receive a get-out-of-cock-sucking-free card. He sighed, then turned to Muffy and said, "Yes, my Goddess."
I had no doubt Freddy would cum. He hadn't shot his load since the Frat party, three weeks earlier. Ricky took up his position under Freddy. With our slave bent at the waist, it was easy to do. He went to work at the same time Muffy and Buffy did.
Muffy put Freddy's willing tongue to work, while Buffy began prepping his boy twat for the fucking to come. Muffy grabbed our little blonde's ears and buried his head in her girl parts. As Freddy now knew where the clitoris was, he went right to work with enthusiasm.
Now that his father knew what was going on, the boy had come to the conclusion that he would never actually get to get his cute little dick into a girl--or anyone else! Freddy admitted later, that he had a bad feeling, that this would be the last time his dick was free of the cage--ever! He was sure this was the only way he would ever pleasure a girl. So he went to town!
And Muffy responded very quickly. Buffy was up to three fingers in Freddy's ass by the time her sister came. She figured Freddy was ready. The crowd cheered as Muffy took her strap-on out of her toy bag and strapped it on. She switched places with Buffy.
Muffy then plowed into Freddy's ass at the same time Buffy grabbed his ears and put his tongue to work. And all the while little Ricky was going to town on Freddy's dick, while I coached him. Freddy was moaning and humping as the crowd cheered. The kid wasn't very good, but as horny as Freddy was, I didn't think he needed to be!
Freddy looked like he was in heaven. He was actually getting to service girls! They may have been utterly dominant, androgynous girls, who were more masculine than our Freddy was, but they were girls! And they were responsive to his efforts!
But not as responsive as Freddy was to the three people using his body in various ways. He was licking clit like crazy. At the same time, he was going into auto-hump from the pegging. And to top it off, our helpless naked slave was hard and leaking from the amateur tongue that was lapping at his little dick. Quite suddenly, Freddy exploded all over the kneeling boy's face. Punishment was guaranteed!
Buffy shouted, "Ricky! Don't stop! He'd better cum a second time before my sister and I are done with him, or your ass will be too sore to sit on for a week!"
"Yes, my Goddess!"
And cute naked Ricky went right back to work!
I was hoping little Ricky would come up short, so both boys would be punished. But alas, Freddy was so horned-up, and he was so full of ball juice, that he managed a second orgasm right about the time the girls swapped ends. Bets were being made among the crowd, as to whether Freddy would manage a third. I could see Ricky was running out of energy, and it was likely his tongue and mouth were getting sore, so I made a bet against it.
Turned out I was right. Muffy and Buffy managed their fourth orgasms at about the same time, just before they reached their time limit. The Girls had not required Ricky to generate a third load out of Freddy, which may have reduced his motivation.
After everyone was done an exhausted Ricky said, "I think I sprained my tongue."
Tapped out as they were, even Freddy and the Goth Girls laughed at that!
The crowd roared with laughter, at the remark then cheered and applauded the performance. Muffy and Buffy took another bow, then slipped on their shorts and buttoned their vests. We helped Ricky to his feet, and sat him on the fuck bench. Once he'd recovered a little, we released Freddy from the pillory and attached his wrists to the back of his collar.
As Freddy had cum twice, we decided there would be two punishments. While Ricky was recovering, we walked our fuck toy through the crowd, and allowed each person one swat on each cheek of that amazing ass. Our slave's butt was already a bright pink by the time we laid him across Ricky's lap. Ricky was relentless. Freddy was in tears and both butt cheeks were bright red by the time he finished. Ricky's hand was also bright red. Muffy and Buffy were very pleased with their boy.
Buffy said, "Make sure you give him a real workout. We don't want him to be all spoiled, and feel privileged!"
"Would you like us to make sure he's grateful he belongs to the two of you?"
The twins laughed and nodded, then fist bumped each other as they left their boy toy with us for the long weekend.
I leaned down and asked Freddy, "Were the two orgasms worth the punishment, boy?"
"Oh, gosh yes! Thank you for the opportunity Master."
"You're welcome. However, I now know that the punishments aren't severe enough. I want you to have to think long and hard about whether an orgasm is worth it. Thanks for that information."
The look on his face was priceless! I wasn't all that sure we'd ever let him have another one. His father might have some say in that. And I would never up the ante on punishment to the point that the boy would be damaged. But I figured I'd given him something to think about!
As everyone was leaving, and Mark was helping Freddy to his feet, I received a text from our other weekend slave. He was planning on coming over directly from his last class on his bicycle, and needed our address. I hadn't bothered to get his name, but it was in the text. Micky. So we would have Ricky and Micky this weekend. I should probably introduce him to Buffy and Muffy! Either that or find another slave named Dicky. I'm easily amused by word play.
I texted back, gave him the address, and his other instructions. Prior to coming over, I wanted him to stop at his gym locker, put his school clothes inside, and put on his running shorts and sneakers. Nothing else, except his bike helmet.
I also ordered him to remove everything at our front door, before ringing the bell. I told him he was to stand naked, in the display position until we decided to answer the door, no matter who might be passing by. As reassurance, I told him that everyone in the neighborhood was used to seeing naked boys come and go from our place. They might stop and enjoy the view, but the wouldn't interfere. I received an almost instant "Yes, Master" in reply. This kid should fit right in!
Tomorrow was going to be fun! After classes we would be taking a naked Freddy to the airport. He would be flying all the way to Montana, buck naked and restrained. He didn't even have clothes in Montana. His father had given them all away!
His father would be on the plane, and would be fucking him during the trip home. So Freddy would get to join the mile high club! Once Freddy was on the plane, his sixteen year old twin brothers, likely after copping major feels, would be coming off the plane. As they would be training as submissives for the first three days, they would be arriving naked and collared. Hopefully their father would manage to keep his hands off! If they were half as cute as Freddy, that would take an act of will!
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The Sex Pot
(A Poker Game Story)
By
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 8
Being 18, and very physically fit, Freddy was quick to recover. He certainly had a sore butt hole and a tired jaw, but was otherwise good to go.
It was clear Freddy would be able to handle a weekend at the Frat, so I texted them. I gave permission for ten dicks in each end Friday night, ten more for Saturday afternoon, and five more on Saturday evening--twenty five total in each end. I reminded them that condoms and lube were required. I was comfortable he could handle that, but I wanted him to have Sunday to heal and do his homework.
We wouldn't be able to shoot any video at the frat, as the men using our boy were wealthy and powerful. In fact, they would all be wearing hoods when fucking Freddy, so he would never be able to identify them. But who knows what could be identified from a video? Voices, birthmarks, tattoos? They weren't worried about the frat brothers saying anything. These men had all been members of this frat. A frat boy who named names would be destroying his future!
We decided the time had come to edit Freddy's first porno. I wanted it ready for the frat party. Freddy would be booked solid, of course, but there was the future to think of! Those who didn't use him over the weekend, just might get horned up enough from the video, to rent him another time.
We had a ton of material from multiple cameras, and all different angles, so it took a lot of time. We finally finished two days before the frat party. We kept Freddy busy during that time, but were careful not to overuse him. He needed to be fresh and full of sexual energy for the party. We made it clear to him that it was going to be a marathon. Despite that, we expected him to show each of the men fucking him a very good time! Any complaints would lead to severe humiliation and punishment.
We let the frat boys know about the video, and they decided to run it on a continuous loop in the basement, just outside their dungeon. Freddy would be servicing the Alumni inside the dungeon. Frat bros drinking at the basement bar, and Alumni waiting their turn, would be watching Freddy instead of a football game. The game would be on upstairs.
We included Freddy's first night with us. So it included him being an arrogant, privileged little dick who couldn't play poker worth a darn, the loan agreement, him stripping for us, being shaved, being caged, being fondled, and signing his IOU.
[see chapter 1 for details]
We also included his return a week later, when he agreed to be our property in return for covering his loans. This section included his description of borrowing from the loan shark, his contract signing, loss of virginity, and his first gang bang.
[see chapter 2 for details]
We hoped that would make everyone comfortable with Freddy's situation. We also expected that at least some of the frat boys would be seriously turned on by it, and want to rent our hot, helpless teen at another time! These frat boys tended to be from wealthy powerful families and could afford to pay a premium price. And who knows? After seeing the video, perhaps one or more might be interested in joining Freddy in our rent boy stable!
I stopped by the frat on Friday afternoon, to set up the video, and have it reviewed by the fraternity president, and his council. By the time it was over, every single one of them had his dick in his hand. The ones who had not already shot their loads, were very close, and not about to stop! I didn't doubt for a second, that more Freddy rentals would be forthcoming!
While I was preoccupied at the Frat House, my roommates were preparing Freddy for his big adventure. He was cleaned inside and out. They made sure his collar had a full charge. They placed a one foot chain between his ankle restraints, forcing him to shuffle instead of walk. He certainly wasn't going to be running to or from the van.
His wrist restraints were attached to the back of his collar. Then his leash was attached to the front of the collar. He was led down the driveway stark naked, to the van. It took longer than usual, because of the chain, but Freddy made no effort to speed up the trip down the driveway. By that point, everyone in the neighborhood had seen him naked, and he was learning the value of obedience.
The neighbors had been informed of his coming adventure, so most were on the sidewalk to watch. This included our next-door neighbor, and his dog Monster. As Freddy shuffled toward the van, Monster trotted up behind him, and stuck his wet nose into Freddy's butt crack, as his tail wagged.
Freddy let out a delightful squeak, and jumped a little. He looked into Mike's eyes, as Mike shot video of the whole thing. His silent pleading did no good of course. To the little teen's credit, he made no effort to resist. By the time he got to the van, Monster was licking his butthole. Freddy actually stood by the van and waited for the order to enter, as Monster licked away. When the order came and Freddy crawled in, it was Monster who whimpered!
With the video set up and ready to go, my work was done for the moment, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. As the drink arrived, so did the first of the men who would be using Freddy. He wore leathers and a hood. Clearly in great shape, and perhaps late 30s. I had expected most or all of Freddy's renters would be older than this man, and out of shape. This man proved to be the exception. The man struck up a conversation with me.
"So, I'm told they didn't have any pledges they hated enough to turn out, and are renting a freshman who's not a frat boy. You know anything about that?"
"Yes, as it happens. He's my slave."
"What's his story?"
"We shot video of the whole process of turning him out. Want to see it?"
He nodded, so I had the bartender start the video loop. It was interesting watching the man's reactions as the video progressed. He stiffened when he saw Freddy on the screen. Then as Freddy lost hand after hand and wanted to borrow money to keep playing, he seemed to quietly seethe. He was completely in control, but clearly angry. As the video progressed to Freddy agreeing to our terms, and the boy stripped for us, he seemed stunned. I'm guessing that he couldn't believe this obviously straight kid would go for my terms.
He continued to watch the screen intently, but quietly asked me why I thought the boy went along with us.
I answered, "Every indication is he has a developing gambling addiction. Frankly, the boy is high maintenance. But he's very hot. So I figured if he said, no, good for him, and maybe he wasn't out of control. When he said yes, well... good for us."
The man watched quietly as Freddy returned the next week begging for more money. He was leaning forward, watching intently, as the boy admitted borrowing from the loan shark, and I laid out the terms for us to save his kneecaps. When the boy agreed and stripped for us, he leaned back against the bar, and nodded slightly.
As the boy read the contract out loud, and signed it, the man nodded again, a satisfied smile on his face. It was clear who he was--Freddy's father. He watched the rest of the video leaning against the bar with his arms folded across his chest. The smug smile never left his face.
There was no doubt in my mind that he'd be fucking Freddy. Very likely, a hate fuck. What I didn't know was whether he'd take the boy home with him, or leave the little teen twink to the five of us. I decided to start a conversation, and see where it led.
"So, what do you think of my slave?"
The man laughed, looked at me, and said, "The little fuck is getting exactly what he deserves. Don't you think?"
"Yes, I do. I'm hoping if he sinks low enough, he'll get his gambling under control. He is starting to realize that his actions have consequences. I don't think addictions are cured, just managed one day at a time. But I figure the longer we have him, and the lower he sinks, the better the chances he'll avoid losing his inheritance."
"You figured out I'm his father, right?"
"I have."
"And I'm assuming you hadn't planned on my finding out any of this."
"I figured you would sooner or later. I was hoping for later."
"I don't blame you. He's very hot and I'm guessing pretty profitable."
"He also started out high maintenance. But that's getting better as we break him in."
"Oh, I know all about the high maintenance. I'm glad to hear that's becoming less of a problem."
"I'm curious. If you were a member of this fraternity, why isn't Freddy?"
"I wouldn't let him join. The little shit would have ended up the frat whore. He has a talent for pissing everyone off. Ironic that he wound up in the dungeon anyway. But at least they don't know he's my kid."
"Will you leave him with us, or take him home?"
"That depends. I might have a proposition for you."
"I'm listening."
"As you may have guessed, I'm Bi. I've been taking full advantage of my options since I divorced my wife. He doesn't know, but I also disinherited Freddy as soon as the divorce was final. The little shit has been a nightmare and an embarrassment to the family since before he even hit puberty. I have two younger sons. Sixteen year old twins. They both identify as gay total tops. Being total tops is probably the only reason they've never done each other. They've made it clear that they would love to own Freddy."
"I'm guessing you're alright with that?"
"Oh yeah. As long as I get to use him too. And the boys are down with that. I figured Freddy would inevitably flunk out of college. His money would be cut off, so he'd have nowhere to go. I'd offer him a cell in my dungeon. He'd accept, because he's always taken the path of least resistance. But what you're doing with him is a whole lot better."
"So what is your proposal?"
"First, I have to see you in action. When he gets here, I'd like the two of us to spit roast him. And I don't want him to know it's me--yet. If you're as good a Dom as you appeared to be in the video, then I'll make my proposal."
"That sounds intriguing. Which end do you want first?"
"That fantastic ass. You'll be giving him any orders he requires, so he doesn't hear my voice."
"You got it. I'm guessing from the commotion on the stairs, that he's arriving."
He was. But with only a one foot chain between his ankles, and his wrists attached to the back of his stainless steel collar, he couldn't make his way down the steps without falling over, and into the frat boys who had camped out in the stairwell to watch the show. So Mike had picked the little teen up and thrown him over his shoulder. The frat boys were loving the view, whistling and smacking Freddy's exposed ass, as Mike carefully made his way down the crowded stairs.
Once they were in the basement, I motioned Mike to set the boy down in front of the dungeon entrance. I walked up to him, as did his father. Freddy was shaking and blushing, but completely compliant. He even kept his arms out to the side through that whole ordeal. Now that he was on his feet, he spread them apart, as far as the chain between his ankles would allow.
Freddy clearly had no clue that the other man in front of him was his father. The man walked behind his son, and began running his hands all over his boy's hairless naked body. Freddy stiffened, but otherwise remained still and submissive to the man's touch. I could see his father grin at me through his hood. And watching had made my dick rock hard! The combination of the incest, and Freddy not knowing he was about to be used by his own father was just so darn hot!!
Personally, I've never had a problem with `Brotherly Love'. It's not like anyone is likely to get pregnant! I've never fucked my brother, mainly because I don't have one. And my father isn't my type. But it was clear that Freddy was definitely his Daddy's type! And I had to admire the masterful way his father was manipulating Freddy's body and mind.
The naked teen was in significant pain, because his little cock was trying so desperately to get hard in it's cage. The combination of pleasure and pain had the boy moaning like a horny cock whore--which is just what he seemed to be, now. I had no doubt that Freddy would still prefer tits and pussy, given the opportunity. But it looked like cocks and balls were becoming a perfectly acceptable alternative for him. That was a good thing, because I was pretty darn sure his father would never let him near a woman. It looked like Freddy would spend the rest of his life serving cock.
The frat president unlocked the door to the dungeon, and Freddy's dad picked him up, threw him over his shoulder and carried him in. I followed close behind. This was going to be fun! The man placed his son face down on the fuck bench. Freddy lay passively, waiting for whatever would happen next. The father removed the chain between his son's ankles, spread his feet wide, and strapped them down to the bench. He moved to the other end, disconnected his son's wrists from his collar and strapped his arms to the bench.
Freddy would not be going anywhere. He was well trained now, and would never have considered moving, even without the restraints. But seeing him physically helpless, as well as mentally helpless was very hot.
The father resumed running his hands over his son's helpless body, sometimes digging painfully into his flesh, sometimes just grazing the flesh with his fingernails. Now, in addition to the moans, Freddy began humping his crotch against the bench. That caused his father to slap his ass hard! The boy stopped, but it was clearly a struggle for him to control himself.
I checked out the father's face. He was grinning, not angry. I was really glad to see that. The last thing I wanted for Freddy was an owner that was quick to anger. That's a sign the owner lacks personal control. And that does not make for a safe relationship.
Finally, our helpless slave said the magic words, "Please Sir, please, please fuck my ass! Fuck me as long and hard as you want!"
Our boy had come a long way! That was great as long as he didn't break the rule and cum! He was going to get that fantastic ass bred long and hard for the next two days, and at no time would he receive permission to cum. If he did, I had decided that the man who made him cum, would be given the right to punish him.
The father ran a hand gently down his son's spine, from neck to tail bone. That caused Freddy to let out his delightful whimper. When his father spread his boy's butt cheeks he saw the locking butt plug for the first time. He grinned and turned to me. I was holding out the key for him. He gave me a nod, took the key, unlocked the plug and popped it out.
Freddy moaned and wailed, "Oh cripes, yes!!"
I was pleased to see that Freddy was trying very hard not to use any word that could be considered off-color. When we first met him, he didn't listen to, or have any interest in, what anyone else was saying. It may have taken being helpless in the hands of some very dominant men, but he was learning and adapting. I suspected that would serve him well as his father's slave. And there was no doubt that was where this was headed!
The father nodded toward his son's waiting mouth. I took the hint and moved into position for the boy's first spit roasting of the evening. When our beautiful little teen felt his ass cheeks being spread, and saw my cock lining up with his pretty mouth, he sighed. I noted that his father's cock was above average. Something Freddy had failed to inherit. Not that it mattered. I was quite sure that the only thing his little cock would ever be inside of, was his cock cage.
The father gave me a go-ahead nod, and we penetrated the boy simultaneously, with a long slow thrust to the hilt. Despite being strapped down, the boy did his best to arch his back and shove his ass onto his father's cock. He hadn't cum in a week, and I suspected that he didn't give a darn what punishment he would face. He would do whatever it took to get himself off!
He couldn't say anything with my cock down his throat. So he focused his efforts on stimulating our cocks. Practical boy! His father was long dicking him slowly, a smirk on his face, as Freddy did his best to shove his ass hard onto the man meat hitting his prostate. And his skill level had reached the point, where he could do that, while still using his talented throat and tongue to get me off in his mouth.
With a grin on his face, the father reached over his son to fist bump me while the relentless double fuck continued. I was pleased he had worn a hood that did not cover his mouth and chin, so I could see his expressions and judge his mood. I wanted to keep this kid. And I figured the more I understood the man, the better my chances.
The two of us came at almost the same time. Freddy let out a frustrated whimper. His father put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I found out later that he had never heard Freddy whimper before. The sound, and the boy's frustration delighted him.
Freddy, now becoming an expert at reading the moment, continued to tongue the heck out of my softening cock, in the hopes I would get into his ass quicker, so he wouldn't lose the progress he'd made toward an unauthorized orgasm. It worked. Between his tongue and my desire to pound the heck out of that wonderful ass, Mr. Happy was quickly returning to full mast.
As we changed ends, his father whispered to me, "You've turned him into an excellent cock whore. I'm impressed."
"I'm glad you're pleased. I think his mouth and throat are making real progress as well. I can't wait to hear what you think of that end of him."
I found out quickly. As we both buried our tools into the boy with a single hard shove, there was a look of wonder on his father's face, as his naked helpless son used his throat muscles to massage the father's cock with determination, if not enthusiasm. Freddy was also working my cock as well as he ever had. He had been warned that failure to please the men who would use him this night, would result in serious pain and humiliation, so he stayed focused on our pleasure.
As we pounded both ends with powerful thrusts, Freddy was working hard to meet our efforts. I was purposely avoiding his prostate. He was moving his ass as best he could to get my dick in contact with his little love button. He lost. We used him for a solid twenty minutes on this round, but he still couldn't get off.
His father slapped his boy's face with his dick several times, then picked up a frat paddle off the dungeon wall, and turned that pretty pale ass bright pink. He set the paddle down, then used his hands all over his son's body once again, triggering more whimpers and moans. He gave the boy one more hard slap on each cheek, then walked out the dungeon door with a big shit-eating grin on his face, leaving his son in the hands of the next pair of boy renters. Mike took my place in the dungeon to ensure Freddy's safety.
Freddy's father put an arm around my shoulder, as we left the dungeon, and quietly said, "You're everything I hoped you'd be, when I saw that video. So I want to tell you my proposal. Let's go to the coffee house, find a quiet booth and talk."
"Sounds good."
We took the booth all the way in the back. The place was nearly empty on an early Friday evening, so we had the privacy we needed. I was hoping for this. If he had a proposal to make that required me to meet his approval as a Dom, there was a good chance I'd keep Freddy, at least for a time.
"I mentioned the twins before. They are both still virgins. During their online research into D/s and BDSM, several articles recommended that a beginning Dom, get experience as a sub, before learning the ropes as a top. I happen to agree with that, but none of their schoolmates have the needed skill and experience, and they don't want to go to a strange adult who hasn't been vetted. They actually asked me if I would train them. The problem is, they are so damn hot, if I started fucking them and taking them through D/s scenes, there's a risk that I would never stop."
"If they're even half as hot as Freddy, I could see that."
"So what I'm thinking is this. You and your roommates are clearly great at breaking in a pussy boy. You take care of your sub. You don't easily lose your temper, which means you are in control of yourself. You know how to break and control your sub. As far as I'm concerned, you and your group are officially vetted."
"Thank you. I appreciate your trust. I think I see where this is going. What are the specifics."
"Thanksgiving weekend is coming up. I'll send the jet to bring Freddy home for the four day weekend. If you agree to my proposal, I'll send the twins out on that flight for training by you and your friends. For two days you'll train and use them as subs. The next two days, when they understand what that's like you train them as Doms. The age of consent in this state is sixteen, so no problems there. You'll need to find a couple of subs for them to practice on. But I want only you and your roommates to make use of them as subs. It's possible that one or both will decide they are versatile or sub after the experience. I'm okay with whatever they decide, as long as they are happy and comfortable with the role they've chosen. Assuming they still want to be Doms, do you think you'll have a problem finding a couple of subs for them to train on?"
"That won't be a problem. There are plenty of guys we've played with over the years. But I have at least one inexperienced freshman in mind that would be a good fit for the Dom training. I'm assuming you'll continue their Dom training when they get home?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. If I let Freddy return to school, and I probably will, they won't have him to practice on. In any event Freddy is pretty well trained now, and I think I'd like the twins to have more experience breaking in a sub before they make him their bitch. Perhaps, they can return for more Dom training over the Christmas break, while Freddy comes home for my personal pleasure."
"That sounds like an excellent plan. Will I be able to keep Freddy at least through the school year do you think? He still owes me a lot of money."
"By all means keep whoring the little bitch out. And money won't be a problem. You've done an excellent job turning him into a slave. I consider him your property. When the time comes I will buy him from you. I have no doubt you'll see a nice profit."
"Thank you. The twins can stay with us when they're here. Do you want photos of us for the twins to see?"
"Sure. But I don't think they'll care what you look like, as long as they're going to get the training they need. Just the fact they'll get to shed their virginity, and ultimately own Freddy, should be more than enough motivation for them."
"If they're not going to immediately do the Dom thing, I might recommend three days of sub training, and one or two days of Dom training. Could they miss a day of school? It wouldn't be a problem for Freddy. He's actually doing pretty well in his classes. And you'd get an extra day with him."
"Okay, that works. The boys attend a private school, and I'm a donor. Extra time off won't be a problem."
We left the coffee shop and headed to the local leather bar. We weren't looking for a playmate, just a drink and a chance to get to know each other better. I didn't know how long I'd wind up owning Freddy, but I had high hopes about where this was headed.
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When Master Calls 12
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There are times when performing the simplest of tasks can make me
appreciate the true joy of service to Master. Take last week for example,
i am beside Master in His bed, my head rests on His chest as i
concentrate on servicing His right nipple. I have been licking around the
tip, darting my tongue back and forth in the hope of giving pleasure;
nibbling gently, i take the tip between my teeth and pull back oh so
carefully to cause Him a sweet sensation, or so i hope, without
inflicting pain. My master shows no reaction to these efforts as He
scrolls on His phone but i know that is of no matter, the instruction was
to pay attention to His nipple and for the present that is all i need do.
So often when following such an order i'm impatient at first, thinking
how much more pleasure there would be delving down to His cock, savouring
the slickness under the foreskin, but gradually i focus and remind myself
this is what Master instructed so this is all there need be. If Master's
will is all that matters then there can be no greater purpose than
furthering it, so i settle to the task pushing out all other thoughts.
This is generally how it works, and my mind is cleansed. More often than
not i find an inner peace which allows me to gain exquisite pleasure by
concentrating on the single, simple task. The smoothness of the skin
around the tip and its contrasting colour fascinate as i dab my tongue
around it; the single hairs here and there become a new focus, the only
hairs that matter, and i tease them with my tongue. This small part of
His body becomes all the world i need for these precious moments.
But Master has now put down His phone and i feel His hand move down the
bed.
His voice is harsh, "You've forgotten!"
I pull back from His chest to answer, "W... What Sir? Forgotten what?"
My mind is racing but i quickly return my attention to the nipple, making
an extra special effort to please. I suck hard, like a baby at the teat.
It's like i'm hoping to extract something from it (His orders? His
explanation? His forgiveness?). I try to lose myself again in the worship
of His breast, to lose myself among the few hairs, which stand tall in my
vision so close to my eyeball as i rest my left cheek on His torso. I'm
beginning to sweat, fearing what i may have forgotten. Did i forget to
pay attention to the other nipple? But i don't remember His asking. Did
i inadvertently linger over His armpit? I have often been disciplined for
trying to savour its ripeness without specific permission.
But no, the answer comes swiftly and without words! Master's hand shoves
itself between my thighs, grabs my ball sac and pulls sharply. I need no
other reminder, of course. On the very first time i'd had the privilege
to be in Master's bed the instruction had been clear, to keep legs
sufficiently far apart for master to be able to shoot His knee upwards
between them, to be so far apart that He could punch my balls or, as now,
grab them for His amusement.
I reel from the pain in my balls but know i should not back off from my
task, so at the same time i am desperate to suck, to lick, to show i'm
worthy to serve Him whilst trying not to cry out with pain. There is
another compulsion, i must immediately thank Master for correcting me and
apologise. What a mess, i am totally confused, aware of my failings, not
knowing what to do next, so i do what i know i can do well, i again try
to lose myself in the worship of His body, burying my shame and fear in
the contemplation of His right nipple.
I've come to realise that master best likes me in these situations, when
i am like a confused child, eager to please but afraid of messing up, not
quite sure what to say. For me there is an inherent humiliation in this,
but in that humiliation rises an awareness of His power. I know of course
that He sets me up to fail at times like these just so He can watch my
flailing sense of inferiority and incompetence; it makes me blush; it
makes me lower my eyes; it makes me conscious of what he calls my little
dicklet; above all else it makes me conscious of His manliness and of my
privilege in being allowed so close to it. And it makes me hard!
Humiliation has been a major theme in Master's training recently,
possibly more so than inflicting the pain which i so much crave. When he
last called, quite unexpectedly, i was told to make myself available to
Him at a house i didn't know. Instructions -- as usual -- were clear and
to be obeyed to the letter: no underwear, just a T shirt and jeans plus
the riding crop.
I parked up outside the given address and rang the bell. Master beckoned
me in and told me what to do.
"Take off your shirt, shoes and socks. Stand still."
As yet there was no sign of the householder, just Master and me in the
entrance hall. He reached forward and started to undo the buttons of my
jeans, fingers parting the fly. Often with Master my nervousness delays
my getting hard, and my dicklet, which can grow to an average length i
suppose, remains stubbornly short and insignificant looking. Master made
a point of impatiently fiddling around inside my jeans as though looking
for something, and eventually he pulled out the tip of my little willy so
it was just showing against the blue fabric.
"Come through and show our host what you've got."
Walking into the living room i feared my dicklet might slip back into the
folds of my clothing but, in fact probably a worse outcome, there
remained a small suggestion of flesh just visible. My throat went dry.
"Hey, look! What do you think, I told you it was small."
The naked figure of a man, slightly older than Master, kneeling on the
floor next to the sofa smirked like a kid who had just got away with
something. I think he now realised that i was to be the object of
Master's attention while he merely watched.
"Yes boss, it's pathetic," he replied, no doubt wanting to chime in
with Master's humiliating words and gain some credit for joining in the
ridicule.
Master sat back on the sofa, hands behind His head.
"Suck his cock." The order was directed at me. "You will address him
as Sir while you're in his house, even though he is my sub."
I thanked Master and immediately set to sucking this man's cock, at time
like this i revel in the role; told to suck i do just that, fulfilling my
purpose, my destiny as a cocksucker eager to please men and to show my
humble status. My mouth is a receptacle for men's cocks and my role is
to please them. With my tongue i attempted to ease back his foreskin,
eager to savour the sour dampness beneath. It rolled back without
difficulty and revealed the delights of the smooth, silky damp surface
around which i swirled my tongue. I could sense Master's gaze on the
back of my head as He began to bark out instructions.
"Deeper, take it all in, right down, let's hear you gag."
And then the sharp swipe of the crop across my arse cheeks, urging me on.
I could tell that Master was playing with His cock, his hand was inside
his trousers which were pulled down at the front and i longed to catch a
glimpse. My arse was stinging with the stripes from the crop but i
couldn't stop sucking. I could sense he was about to shoot and Master,
alerted by his gasping, told me to stop.
"Face the wall, hands above head." The order was for me. "You know how
I like to be sucked, your job now is to tell our new friend how to suck
me off."
Jeb, i'd now learnt his name, shuffled on his knees to the sofa and
buried his head in Master's crotch. Of course i couldn't quite see
what was happening but i still had to guide him.
"Master likes it long and slow. Play with His foreskin with your tongue,
try to get it underneath and show how much you savour the taste, then
lick along the shaft, below before you take the whole cock into your
mouth, be sure you get right down to His pubic hair ....... ."
I kept the words up, all the time longing for it to be me on my knees
before my Master. The humiliation was endless!
Well, not quite endless. Yes there was more, but Master needed to leave
soon and wanted me to experience a final shame. I was made to lie on my
back, flat out, and masturbate in front of the two of them while they
watched and commented on my little dicklet. It took a while, even though
i was eager to cum. Sensing that i would be slow to climax Master
instructed Jeb to wank over me. Soon i felt his jism spray over my chest
and, as though permission had been granted, my own seed came in great
shameless spurts reaching my hair, the floor beyond my head, everywhere!
"I think you know your manners, boy. Clean up your mess before leaving
Jeb's house."
I knew what this meant and burning with embarrassment, on all fours,
licked up my spent spunk from the wooden floor. Surely there could be no
further shame? But yes, Master was now wanking and grinning as he did so.
"Pass me your T shirt."
Just as i obeyed the order His seed came shooting out, soaking into the
front of my shirt. Ordered to put it on i was given one last task, a task
which made it all so worthwhile. I was allowed to clean off the spent
spunk from the end of Master's cock! Thank You Master, I can't wait for
You to call again! |
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The Sex Pot
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Chapter 12
As Michael's jet taxied to the runway, we started our drive home. I fired up my tablet, and logged onto my phone's hotspot. I called up my browser, and clicked on the private link Michael had sent me. He had internet service on his plane, and had set up a couple of fixed video cameras. He also had the steward using a handheld camera. All three cameras were now visible on my screen.
George was driving, so he would have to wait to see the video we were recording. But the rest of us, including the twins were being treated to a live stream of Freddy's entrance into the Mile High Club, and his father's entrance into Freddy! By the time we logged onto the video stream, the jet had left the ground and was climbing to altitude. Everyone was still buckled into their seats.
The view was still enjoyable, though. Michael had Freddy sitting stark naked, except for his collar, cock cage, wrist and ankle restraints. He was in the display position, and his father was playing with that wonderful body as he sat next to his hot submissive son.
Freddy's expressions were priceless. He knew this was his future, and he didn't want to screw it up. But he was clearly uncomfortable and very embarrassed to be submitting to his own father, with every detail being broadcast to us, (and who knows who else?) over the internet! The fact Freddy was straight was now a moot point. From what the Father and the twins had told me, they were determined that Freddy would never have his cute little dick inside a woman--or anyone else. Except for possible medical reasons, he would never even be free of his cock cage. This made me happy.
This journey had started when our poker game was visited by a privileged, arrogant, homophobe, with a gambling addiction. Now he was a sex slave to men. His inheritance was gone. He would never be in a position to make another bet or enter a woman. His oral service of the Goth Twins would be his only sexual stimulation of a female--if you didn't count his getting fucked by their strap-ons! I wondered what decisions he would have made the night he played poker with us, if he had known where his life would be headed.
Once the jet reached altitude, Freddy was moved to the bed at the back of the plane, with his wrists still attached to his slave collar. His father put the hot little teen on his back, put his legs on his shoulders, and moved the slender boy's ankles up by those cute little ears.
The steward set down his camera, lubed up Michael's cock for him, then took the tube and squirted quite a bit directly into Freddy's boy twat. This gave us a chance to see the steward through the fixed cameras. He was very hot, and wore nothing but a pair of tiny running shorts.
I asked the twins, "Does the steward service your father?"
Edward answered, "Our father, yes. But not us. At least not yet. We have to get trained first."
"He's very hot. That should be fun for you."
"We are definitely looking forward to it! But it will have to wait until we've trained with you over Christmas."
"Bummer. But I expect it will have been worth waiting for in the long run."
"That's what father said. He thinks the biggest challenge for us will be learning patience."
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I expect that's a challenge for most high school boys."
Our collared naked twins grinned and nodded. These were great kids. They had confidence, but didn't appear to be arrogant. I could see why their father was going to leave everything to the two of them. I guessed that Michael had learned from the mistakes made raising Freddy. These two didn't have that air of wealth and privilege that Freddy exuded when we first met him.
As his father's seven inches pushed into him, Freddy's eyes rolled up into his head. But he didn't yell or scream. There was a sharp intake of breath, but that's all. By now, Freddy was a well trained fuck toy. Nothing mattered now but giving pleasure to the males, dogs, and goth girls that controlled him. And to his credit, he accepted this, and now worked very hard to please. No more reluctance. No more trying to talk his way out of anything. He had accepted his position in life as a sex slave.
I asked if Michael would make Freddy available to the servants the boy had verbally abused as he grew up. The twins indicated that this was likely, but Michael hadn't made a final decision on that yet. Certainly the flight steward would get a crack at his crack--and on this flight!
"Does the steward have any other responsibilities at your house? Or do you only see him during flights?"
Edward responded, "He's our father's personal servant. That includes all the usual stuff, not just sex. Father says he's very good at his job."
"Does he wear more than running shorts at home?"
The twins laughed, and Ethan replied, "Absolutely! On formal occasions he wears one of those Chippendale winged collars and a black bow tie. But not with the running shorts. He wears his formal black jock strap instead. He only wears the running shorts when he's out of the house. When he's home and we have no guests, he's kept naked and collared."
"Oh, man! I'd love to see that! What's his availability on those formal occasions?"
"My father and his guests have been known to bend him over--even during a meal. He will also find himself under the table providing oral service. And he loves it!"
"Where did your father find him?"
"We found him. He went to our private school on a scholarship. He's nineteen now, but when he turned eighteen, he had to leave the foster home he was in. At school he was outed as a gay bottom during his last semester. We intervened with the bullies, and they backed off. Since we hadn't had our training as tops yet, we didn't take advantage--even though he offered himself. He couldn't afford college or even a place to live when he turned eighteen, so we asked father if we could take him in."
"How did he wind up your father's manservant?"
"We warned him that father was bisexual, and might want him. We wanted him to know what he might be getting into. He was actually thrilled at the idea. And he insisted on earning his room and board. Father proposed the manservant slash fuck toy position. He jumped at it. He's going to serve my father until he's twenty one. Then father will pay for his college. My father knows himself well enough to know he'll want a new toy by then. We don't rule out continuing to use him ourselves, of course. He's pretty darn hot. And if the servants are regularly using Freddy, we'll want additional boy toys."
"I don't think the two of you will have any trouble finding boy toys. Especially once we've trained you. I'm curious. When your father is going in and out of the airport, doesn't his servant draw attention wearing just those little running shorts?"
"We have our own airstrip at the house. More often than not his boy toy just stays on the plane at destinations, unless it's going to be more than a few hours. That's rare, but when it happens he gets to wear whatever father thinks will be appropriate. But that never includes underwear. And the clothing he wears all has Velcro seams for quick and easy removal."
"So, I'm guessing your father is a top."
The boys laughed hysterically, and Ethan said, "You might be right about that!"
"What's the toy's name?"
"Everyone in the house just calls him Boy, and he calls everyone but my father, Sir. He insists on calling father, `Master.' His actual name is Wendell. He hates it. He actually prefers being called Boy."
"Well, feel free to lend him to us, if the opportunity presents itself."
The twins looked at each other and laughed.
"Once our training is complete, maybe father will let us lend him to you. But not before we've had him! That way he can report to you on our skills."
"Has he topped anyone before, or will Freddy be his first?"
"Freddy will be his first, and he's really looking forward to it. It's possible it might be a hate fuck. Freddy has never treated him well."
"Not a surprise. I suspect Freddy never treated anyone well before he gave himself to the six of us!"
The twins laughed, and Edward said, "Not even us! I think he already regrets that. I have to say, the whole family, and the entire staff are delighted with how well you've trained him. Ethan and I have talked about it, and we can't wait to learn from you. Heck, we've already started learning from you. The way you put us to use at the airport was awesome! We never expected that!"
I was sitting between the naked twins and gave each a gentle squeeze of their packages. Each immediately started getting hard. Teens, am I right? But then I was distracted by the image on the screen. Michael had picked up the pace and Freddy had started moaning. Man and toy were both getting close. When Freddy started dripping, Michael rolled him up a little more, so that his caged dick was directly over his face. The boy's pre-cum started dripping into his eyes, but he knew better than to complain.
Michael began pounding his son with a vengeance. Both father and son were taking deep breaths and even gasping a little. Wendell was getting great close-ups, alternating between Michael's manly prick pounding into his son's glorious ass, and the faces of the two--Freddy's pre-cum covered face showing pain and ecstasy, and Michael's with a look of triumph. I had to admit, that for a man of his age, he'd kept himself in amazing shape. I suspected Michael's stamina would be enough to wear Freddy out, if he chose!
It was clear the man was skilled and experienced, and had excellent control of his orgasms. The length of time he had pounded his son full tilt was impressive. It was hard to tell through the pre-cum, but it looked like there were tears running down Freddy's face. Freddy was moaning like a whore in heat--which is basically what he was now. He was desperate to cum, and despite the cage, he appeared to be getting close. His father was certainly slamming the heck out of the helpless twink's prostate!
Clearly Michael also noticed that his boy toy was on the edge, and decided to finish. He slammed the last few strokes into the collared naked teen's ass and filled him up. Freddy didn't quite get off, which was clearly what his father wanted. I thought this was great. It wouldn't do to spoil the boy! And the best part was we all got to hear Freddy's wonderful whimper!
All of us in the van cheered as Michael pulled out, and his seed flowed out of his son's ass. Well, everyone except George, who could only hear the festivities as he drove. He looked up into the rear view mirror with a grin on his face and said, "Bah Humbug!" And Christmas was still weeks away!
Next up was Wendell, and it was clear from Freddy's expression, that he was not expecting this! Then he made the mistake I suspect his father had been waiting for. He sat up and voiced an objection.
"Father, seriously?!"
"You have a problem with this boy?"
There was a threatening tone in his father's voice, but Freddy was more than a little panicked and didn't catch it. He just blurted out what he was thinking. It's just possible he will never do that again.
"He's a fuck toy! Why does he get to have me?!"
"You really don't understand your new position in life, do you boy? Let me explain. You are now the lowest of the low. You are a servant to servants. You are not and never will be a man. You are, at best, a boy. And I might just take that away from you, if you don't learn your place. There are only two reasons that cage will come off. The first is, if there is a medical problem down there. The second is because I decide to have your boy parts completely removed. I prefer that you keep them, so your balls are available for torture. But don't push your luck."
Michael continued, "You're only reason for existence now, is to serve real men. And Wendell is more man than you will ever be. Yes, he's a bottom boy. But he is a man. He knows what he is and he owns it. You have always treated him badly. That ends now. And as compensation for the way you've treated him in the past, he has my permission to top you whenever and wherever you are available. When we get to the house all the rules will be explained to you. In the meantime, know this: You have no privileges and you are never to complain about anything ever again!!"
There was a stunned look on Freddy's face. His mouth moved a little, but no words came out. I don't know if that was on purpose, but it was certainly in his best interest. The cameras showed tears welling up in Freddy's eyes, but he didn't actually cry.
He nodded to his father, leaned back from the sitting position he had assumed, looked at Wendell and said, "I'm sorry Sir. Do what you wish."
Wendell had a great big grin on his face as he placed the new fuck toy's legs on his shoulders and moved forward. Between Michael's lube and his cum, Wendell apparently figured Freddy was lubed enough and pushed straight in. He had a big dick, that he'd never used before, (except for self-gratification, of course.) But he was darn sure going to take advantage of it now!
Freddy's eyes closed tight and he moaned, as his tender hole was plowed deeply in one single thrust. This would definitely be a hate fuck! The twins and my housemates (except George) watched fascinated as Wendell took his first ass. Once his pubes were pushing against Freddy's hot little butt, he leaned forward and whispered in the fuck toy's ear. Freddy's eyes popped open in shock and fear, and he looked straight into Wendell's eyes. And he kept his eyes locked on Wendell's for the entire time he was being fucked. The look of fear never left Freddy's eyes. I would love to have known what Wendell said!
Now the thing about an experienced bottom boy topping someone is, he knows from experience what feels good, and gets him off, and he knows what doesn't. He's in a great position to give excellent pleasure if he wishes. Wendell clearly didn't wish that! As he also knew what caused pain, and how to deliver that. Freddy was in for it!
What Wendell didn't know, was that Freddy had been subjected to all combinations of pain, humiliation, and pleasure in the last few weeks. I suspected he was slowly becoming a pain pig. With Michael operating the hand held camera and giving us close-ups of the action, it was clear that despite the pain that had our fuck toy groaning, his little dick was once again trying to get hard in its cage! That must be so confusing for him!
Wendell varied his speed, but never the brutality of his thrusts. Freddy couldn't anticipate anything. And the result was that Wendell lasted longer than Michael had! Wendell shot his load deep into Freddy, as the boy groaned and whimpered in frustration. Despite how long the two fuckings had taken, our boy had failed to cum, and it was making him crazy! (We were sitting in the driveway of our house for the last twenty minutes of it. This part George got to watch live!)
Freddy was ordered to his knees, and was to required to alternate between Michael and Wendell, as he first licked them clean, then was required to provide oral service. His father allowed him to `enthusiastically' suck his cock. Wendell brutally fucked his face, only rarely giving the boy a chance to breathe. When Wendell finished, Freddy was gasping and exhausted. If the newly minted teen slave thought he was finished, his father was quick to disabuse him of that notion.
"Wendell, take him to the bathroom and clean him out. When you're done, put him back on the bed. Then inform the co-pilot it's his turn. We only need one pilot at a time in the cockpit, when we're in cruise."
Wendell grinned and said, "Yes, Master."
I suspected Freddy would need time to heal, when he came back from Thanksgiving.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/nerd-master/nerd-master-3 | Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2023 22:23:15 +0000 (UTC) From: "[email protected]" Subject: Nerd Master 3 Please donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/ so that they can continue publishing the stories that we all enjoy to read. I have been reading material here for years, so if you could help out with anything, that would be absolutely fantastic! The Nerd Master Part 3 Hello, again. This is the second part of my summer story. Sir Johnston sent me back this part and told me to improve the grammar and dialogue. I am not much of a writer but Master helped me a lot to understand how to write better. Master did ask me if I had English classes in high school. I did but, I never really paid attention. But now, with Master teaching me a little, I am beginning to remember some things. So, Sir Johnston said he stopped at where I was going to be allowed to cum after a week of watching porn without cumming. Well, it was hard. Very hard, no pun intended. I couldn't even touch my cock anyway because of the cage but Master's strict no touching rule meant I didn't even have the right to touch the cage or my balls. The porn I chose was what I was used to watching, which is just lesbian porn. I watched other stuff too like gangbangs a bit and piss, which I was ashamed to admit to Master. I loved seeing a girl being made to piss herself or a guy pissing on a girl. It is such a turn on! And one that usually made me cum really quickly was one guy fucking like two or three chick's at once. It just felt so powerful or lucky. Watching the chicks slobber all over his cock, balls and ass while he got to choose. And then he'd eat out a pussy or just go to town fucking a girls ass as she screamed out. But knowing that watching that type of porn was sure to make me cum, I didn't watch it. During the week, it was very rough. As I said, I was constantly wet around my crotch and the porn was making things worse. I was fucking up in my chores and had to do things two and three times because I couldn't concentrate. Finally, the last day had arrived and I had made it! I was so nervous and horny, all my senses seemed to be super heightened. I wasn't even sure I would be able to sleep, but I did. The next morning, as the sun was coming up, I had the most exciting erotic dream. I can't even remember what it was but there was a girl with dark skin and huge titles in it. I was so excited that in my dream I came, a huge load. But the dream felt so real that I woke up and looked down at my cock. I had exploded in real life! Cum was allover my stomach the weights on my balls, and all over the floor between my legs. I was super scared, deathly scared. Then I just started crying uncontrollably. Master woke up and turned over on the bed to look at me. -- What's wrong boy? He was really concerned and his eyes were wide open. I jumped up and ran to the foot of the bed and began kissing his feet crying. -- I'm so sorry Master! Please forgive me! I was bad! I'm sorry! Don't get rid of me Master please! -- Hey, boy! Stop! Come here! I was sobbing. I couldn't stop myself from crying. I had failed the test but worse, Master's rule was simply, no cumming without permission. I had broken it and I was scared to death that Master would kick me out. I didn't even know how I had cum! Master grabbed the back of my head and neck firmly. Master doesn't know this, or maybe he does, but when he holds me like that I feel comforted. -- I didn't mean to cum Master. I don't know how I did it. Master looked down at my crotch and saw my cum drying to my cage and legs. He looked at the floor and then up to me. -- When did that occur? -- Last night. I mean, this morning I think. I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to! Then, Master started laughing. He was laughing really hard. Now, I was even more worried. I didn't know what was so funny. He was laughing so hard that he was rolling around in the bed clutching his stomach. I had never seen Master laugh this much. He never even laughed with me before. I just stood there as I stopped shaking from fear. Finally he calmed down and he turned to me and said, -- Nocturnal emission. He was literally wiping tears from his eyes. -- I'm sorry Master. I don't know what that means. He stood up and asked, -- What does nocturne mean? I just looked at him. I realized that this was something that Master thought I should know. But sometimes it's difficult with Master, he's so smart, and I'm not. He says things that sound like he is making them up or like it's coming out of a dictionary. -- Simply put, nocturne means night or evening. Do you know what emissions means? I shook my head. -- An emission is what an ejaculation is. It emits or comes out. You do know what ejaculation means, right? -- Yes, Master. Finally a word I understood! -- So, um night ejaculation? -- Correct. Do you know another term for that? I thought hard but I couldn't think of what he was trying to say. But now I know because now, it makes sense but then, I was so scared and my mind wasn't working right. -- Wet dream, boy. You had a wet dream. It was almost as if a light bulb went off in my head. He was right! I had never had a wet dream before. -- Oh!! I'm sorry! -- It happens boy but you are still getting punished. You have to learn to control this body boy. You belong to me and I said no cumming! -- Yes Master. Are you going to get rid of me Master? I didn't mean to, I promise. I was starting to panic again. -- What? No boy! Was that why you seemed terrorized? -- I'm sorry Master but I know you are strict with the rules and I try to obey. Master laughed a little. -- Go get the switch. I'm not getting rid of you, boy. I had honestly never been happier to get the switch. I ran out of the room and to the hallway closet to grab the tree branch. Of all the items Master disciplines me with, this one hurts the worse and the quickest. I hate it. But that time, I swear, I kissed it when I pulled it out of the closet. I ran back to Master who grabbed it and pointed to the wall. I assumed the position, putting my hands against the wall and spread my legs, facing the wall. I waited but he didn't start hitting at first but that was because he went to the bathroom first. Then it started. By the end, like every time I was sobbing while also counting out loud each swat and thanking Master. He had beat my ass, my back and thighs a total of 53 times. -- Good boy! When he said that I turned around and dropped to my knees and kissed his bare feet. I was just so happy that Master wasn't getting rid of me. I wanted to hug him but I didn't know if Master would want that so I kissed his feet and he allowed it. So, that was that. I didn't get the chance to touch my dick or cum normally but I was going to get to stay with Master! After that Master told me that he was going to begin milking my prostate. I didn't know what that meant. I didn't even know what a prostate was. Master made me look it up. I wasn't really thrilled about it. Actually, I don't really like things in my ass, but Master keeps a butt plug in my ass. I don't know why but he requires it. But Master told me that since I was unable to touch myself and make myself cum, I should cum at least once or twice a month to avoid prostate problems for when I'm older. I trust Master. So, every other week Master makes me get on all fours, he puts a glove on, removes my butt plug and sticks his fingers in my ass. It feels very uncomfortable, except when he hits that spot. Then it feels really, really weird and good. I guess I see why gay guys like being fucked. But the pain of having something in the ass isn't as worth it I guess. I don't really know. Anyways, he rubs the spot on my prostate until I just start cumming. It feels really good, but it's not the same as jacking off or fucking. Except, after the first two times Master would slap my hanging balls really hard as I came or scratch my dickhead in my cage and make me scream. Then the prostate milking became less fun. After I was milked I had to lick up all the cum I made and then clean my cage. Master asked me how it felt to drink my own cum and piss. Oh yeah, Master sometimes makes me pee in a bowl like a dog and drink it. I also have to drink his own piss from time to time. I think that after Master pissed on me, I just never really thought much about it. Maybe this sounds weird and maybe even gay but just knowing Master and seeing how he cares about me but is also so strict with me just makes me feel loved. I know that I'm not supposed to like to drink my own piss and eat my own cum. I know that if people, like my dad, knew they would make fun of me. Especially knowing that another guy was making me do it. But when Master tells me to do it, I just do it. I don't know. I don't think about it. Sure, I don't want people making fun of me, but they did that anyway when Master slapped me in front of the class. They made fun of me for hanging out with Master and his friends. But they also make fun of all the smart people in school, or the girls who won't sleep with them, or the guys who are in band. Like people are always making fun of other people for something. But when I'm with Master, I do better. I have become better at sports than them. I have become better at school than them. Master is even making me read more books and write more. They are not things I really want to do but I do them and I see the results. And when I do these things and tell Master about them he's happy for me and we celebrate and it makes me feel like he loves me. I don't know if Master loves me but I feel like he does. So, I'm not sure if I answered my Master's question clearly. When he makes me drink my piss or eat my cum, I just do it, I don't think I feel any kind of way. There was one time, during the summer, when I was thinking about the fact that I had a cock cage on and I just asked Master, -- Master, will I ever get to have sex with girl again? Master looked at me weirdly and it made me wonder why I had asked the question. But I knew why I had asked the question. It's because, for some reason, I actually felt like Master owned me. Not like we were married but I kind of expected us to be like this forever. Master did answer though. -- I think that as long as you belong to me, I will always decide what you can and cannot do with your phallus (Master told me to look up how to spell that word). That was all he said about it. To be honest though, I wasn't really thinking about having a girlfriend anyway. I was just wondering if Master would ever allow me to have sex like a normal person but he said that he would decide. Later in the summer Master took me to a pride parade in New York. I don't think I was ever really homophobic. Like I said, my older brother is gay and I see how my family treats him badly so I always felt sorry for him. Also, he protected us a lot from my dad but my dad would beat him 10 times worse than us. He was the only one who stood up to my dad. Even my mom didn't stand up to my dad. Just thinking of what my older brother went through makes my stomach hurt. But I'll tell you that later. At the pride parade Master knew a lot of people. A LOT! We stayed at a really expensive hotel, and Master said he was really good friends with the owner. Apparently, gays are everywhere and own a lot of stuff! I never knew. I wished my brother was free like these gays are. At the hotel Master had a bunch of friends come by. I was naked the whole time. A bunch of Master's friends asked if they could fuck me but Master always declined, I was so happy for that. His friends were always really nice though. Even though they didn't fuck me, some of them made me drink their piss or pissed on me in the shower. Master told them that they couldn't take pictures of me because they kept saying that they couldn't believe how hot I was. I never considered myself hot, but these gays just complimented the hell out of me. I felt so sexy by the end of the Pride. Master would lock me up in the room when he went out every so often. But sometimes we would go out to eat or go to parties. Whenever we were at the parties I was allowed just a little alcohol and water. Master kept me on a leash and my hands cuffed behind my back with a blindfold on. I couldn't really participate in the party because I couldn't see what was going on but people were always feeling my pecs or my ass. Some people were even licking my toes and feet, that felt really good to be honest. At one party Master made me get up on a bar and left me there. I heard a woman's voice and it felt like she was the one holding my leash. Then she said, -- Alright! Ten dollar body shots! That's when I felt shot after shot being poured into my belly button and then being sucked out. It felt weird but since I was blindfolded I couldn't see who it was and then it felt really good. People sucked from my stomach and licked my nipples. People would pour their shots on my stretched nuts and lick it off. Some would put the shot glass in my mouth and then take it out with their own mouths, or they would put lime slices between my lips and do the same. It was so weird and fun at the same time. I must have been up there for like almost an hour. So many shots had been poured onto my body I was all sticky. Master came by and I knew because I heard his voice from the crowd. I turned my head and I heard the lady laugh, -- Wow you really have him trained well! He could tell your voice in all this noise. I know I blushed but it was true, I could tell Master's voice anywhere. Master took me off the bar and led me somewhere where I kneeled at his feet while he sat and talked. The guys and girls there talked about me here and there but most of it was about things I didn't know about. Sir Johnston asked me to elaborate here about how I felt being used as a shot table, especially for a bunch of gay men. Master told me Sir Johnston was straight so I guess it made sense about his question. I thought Sir Johnston was gay because Master is gay but I was wrong. To be honest, it was fun being a shot table. I am straight but no girl has ever made as much a fuss about me as gay guys do and it feels good. If I wasn't Master's slave I don't think these are things that I would want to do I guess. But hanging out with Master and being introduced to things like this makes me feel alive and very sexy. Also, besides pissing in my mouth, Master does nothing sexually with me. I had thought that eventually Master would fuck me or make me suck his cock but he simply doesn't. I don't know if Master finds me attractive or not. And since I can't date girls and these parties are the closest things to sex that I get to have. Like, I just wait to see what else Master has in store for me. Don't get me wrong, it's not all fun and games. The beatings, the heavy trainings, the ball stretching, the torture, those aren't things that I look forward to, but I didn't know I would have this kind of fun either. And besides that, I couldn't see anything, at all, so I was just using my imagination the whole time. At that party I served as a shot bar four times in total. Master told me that I was a hit and helped triple the bars expected revenue. That made me really happy and feel really sexy. There was another party that we went to, again I was blindfolded and naked and the music and the ambiance was really, really, I don't know, grungy. The floor was very sticky and I was barefoot. I couldn't imagine what I was stepping in but from the smell of it, there was a lot of sex going on. People were non-stop touching me and pinching my ass but I didn't say anything. Master tied my leash to something, I couldn't tell what and then left. I was standing there for like two or three hours without moving. I don't know what was happening but guys would come by and caress me but no one talked to me or removed my blindfold. Then someone came and took my leash. It wasn't Master, I know, because Master has a way of leading me that this person didn't. I was cuffed to some wooden thing with my arms spread out and my legs also. Then someone began hitting me softly with a whip or something. It was soft at first but soon became very heavy and painful. I was crying out but it kept going. Then it stopped. Then someone came and caressed my back gently, again it wasn't Master I'm sure, and then someone started hitting me with another type of whip. Master called it a flogger. Then, after a while I started yelling and eventually started crying and it stopped again. Then something that Master called a cane started hitting me. That was the most painful of them all. Master regularly beats me, on the ass on my back and behind my legs and he always brings me to tears. I don't know why he does this. He just calls it training. Training for what I don't know. But he has never used a cane on me. That shit hurts like hell. And the person doing it just wouldn't stop. I was screaming and crying and it didn't stop and then I just pissed myself. The beating stopped and I just slumped. I had never asked to stop because I always felt like I could take it, even though I wanted it to stop. But also, I never wanted to disappoint Master. Then someone came up to me and touched me and immediately I said, -- I'm so sorry Master, I tried. Sir Johnston asked me how I knew immediately that it was Master. I don't know, I just knew. It was from the way he touched me I think. It was firm but soft. Or maybe his smell. I don't actually know. -- I'm so proud of you, boy. You aren't done yet but you can take a rest. Just hearing Master tell me that he was proud of me made me keep crying. I didn't know that Master had been there the whole time but I should have known better. I should have trusted Master more but I just thought that he had left me here to these sadistic people but he hadn't. I wondered if actually Master had been the one beating me. It might have been since the person always seemed to know when to stop, well at least before this. This time I was pushed further than I had ever been pushed. I was allowed to rest for about ten minutes before the beatings ensued. So from that point on I was just screaming or crying in pain. They even strapped me down to the bed and beat my testicles and my feet. My whole body was in so much pain by the end of that night. It wasn't my most favorite party but I learned something that I hadn't thought of before. Master is very interested in me. He pushes me so much but he knows that I can do more and better. And I just wanted to prove him right. I am not gay but that night, when we were going back to the hotel it was the first time that I felt like I loved Master. I know that he is going to read this but it's true. It's not like I want to have sex with him or anything. I just never want to live without him. I can't imagine the things that Master knows that I am capable of doing! A few days later Master took me to get my whole body waxed. After the beating and welts the waxing hurt like hell but I was completely hairless. That was painful but fun to see because that meant I didn't have to shave for like two or more weeks. Master made me get waxed because we were in the parade! We got to be on float and wave at people. People threw me their underwear and socks and beads and money. It was so funny! I was naked except I had something over my crotch, like a loin cloth, Master called it. But I preferred being naked then because man was it hot! It was long but fun because there was music and I got to dance. Master kept me on a leash so I stayed with him the entire time but I had a blast! I even got to drink some alcohol but not a lot. The whole two weeks was just incredibly fascinating. I had never experienced something that fun! Master's friends are all just very nice. No one actually talked to me except when they asked if I was thirsty or hungry. But I always looked at Master to answer for me. Master told them of what my dad did to me and my brothers and mom and they would say shit like, -- Bitch, castrate the fool! Or -- OMG Caleb, you literally saved him from hell!! It was true. This was the first summer in my entire life where I was actually able to have fun. But reality came back to haunt me when my brother came to town. That's really when I realized that my brother, someone from my family, would see me as a slave to a man. I didn't know what to do. I was panicking. I had to meet up with him to see how he was doing, but Master would for sure make me wear the dog collar, the very short shorts and cutoff t-shirt and the sandals, not to mention the beat marks and welts on my back. He would have questions and I didn't know if I wanted to answer them. Also, I didn't know if Master would force me to take him along. *** Hello, Johnston again. I think the boy did much better with this edition, don't you? He's getting better under Caleb's tutelage. 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The Sex Pot
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Chapter 13
Now that we were home, it was time to begin training the twins. They entered the house naked, collared, and with their hands behind their heads, elbows out to the side. Unlike Freddy, they were in no rush. Their body language was like a pair of proud soldiers marching to war. The neighbors knew we were bringing a pair of new trainees to the house, and were out in force to welcome them.
There were gasps of breath and then oohs and aahs. Our naked teens were just that beautiful. When the twins heard that they grinned at each other. Monster was tugging on his leash, but not hard. I think he couldn't figure out which boy to go for! We hadn't discussed giving them to Monster. Maybe, if one or both needed significant punishment. I'd have to talk to my housemates about that, but I wasn't enthusiastic about the idea.
We brought the boys into the backyard, followed by all the men in the neighborhood. As nothing seemed to phase the boys, we decided to allow the neighbors to view the twins' afternoon training. After the airport I didn't think this would bother them too much. In fact, they seemed to revel in the attention! Interesting. We had set up two fuck benches in the backyard. The boys knew what they were, but had never used or even seen one.
I ordered each boy to lay on one. They were a little hesitant at first, because they were unfamiliar with them. But after a quick inspection and a little discussion, they placed themselves on the benches and allowed themselves to be strapped down. They were so hot I could hardly stand it!
I found out later that they were hesitant for another reason. Before we used them at the airport, they had never been restrained in any way. But while that had made them uncomfortable, their father, and others they knew were present. Now, they were about to be completely helpless in the hands of strangers. I hadn't thought of that at the time. In retrospect, it was kind of amazing that they didn't hesitate more, or even panic. They told me that they decided they trusted us. When I asked why, they said it was because of the fact that, despite his weeks of training, their brother was clearly in good health, not fearful, and unmarked. Smart kids!
The fuck benches put the boys at an upward angle, so they were in ideal position to receive both anal and oral. We started by training their mouths. Their father Michael had discussed oral with them, but not used their mouths or provided dildo training. So they were starting from scratch. I checked that they knew what a spider gag was, and they did. But they had never seen one.
As they would be Doms when their training was done, I showed them the gags and explained how to insert them, for future reference. Then Jack and I gagged them, so they wouldn't have to worry about teeth touching our over-sized tools.
We began by training them how to use their tongues to give pleasure. As Doms they might well provide this kind of oral to boys they were seducing, though we didn't expect them to submit to face fucking. We'd face fuck them, of course. It would be a first step in learning how they could do that with their subs. It would also be fun for the six of us! But we wanted their oral skills highly developed before we went balls deep into their mouths.
The crowd was mesmerized, as they watched the incredibly hot, bound and naked high school boys lose their oral cherries. Every man there was rubbing his crotch. They knew we weren't going to share the boys. Our agreement with their father stipulated that it would only be the six of us using them. But I didn't doubt that every man there was visualizing having their way with these beauties.
We had ordered the boys to keep eye contact with the owners of the cocks in their mouths at all times. But I noticed they would give the crowd the side eye from time to time. Who could blame them? They were naked and helpless in a strange town. They had no access to their clothes. They were surrounded by men they didn't know, who clearly would have jumped their bones in a heartbeat if given the chance!
For their first experience, we limited the penetration to their mouths and instructed them in the fine art of using their tongues to give pleasure to a cock head. They were tentative at first, but rapidly improved. After all, they had read extensively on the subject! We decided to leave swallowing for the next day. We wanted them to be able to suck without a spider gag, before they swallowed. It's doable but kind of a challenge with the gag in. Instead our loads wound up on their faces and chests.
With six of us, each boy took three cocks orally for the enjoyment of the crowd--and the six of us! We checked to see if they were up for more, but it was clear they were exhausted. They indicated they needed the spider gags out so they could talk. Once they were out, they let us know their situation.
Edward said, "My mouth is really sore. I'm sure I'll build more stamina, but I could use some recovery time."
Ethan said, "I think I sprained my tongue."
Everyone cracked up laughing at that. I asked them if they could handle being fucked again. After all, four of us hadn't used their asses yet! They looked at each other, did their silent twin communication thing, looked back at us, then smiled and nodded. This pleased me. These kids had us all really horned up and ready to go!
Each ass would be pounded at least twice. I was sure they'd have another orgasm, but wasn't sure they'd have two. So I decided to make things more interesting for them, and us.
"If you boys manage to have two orgasms from the two guys fucking each of you, you'll be done for awhile. If you manage less then two, the fucking will continue until you have two. And whoever is inside you when you have the second orgasm happens, gets to finish, no matter how long it takes him. If you have a third orgasm before that man is done, you will be punished here in the yard, by of all these men."
Every man in the yard grinned and began another crotch rub. The boys looked at each other, shrugged, then turned to me and nodded agreement. I was amazed at their casual attitude. It turned out the twins had never submitted to corporal punishment. So they didn't understand what they were in for. I had no doubt that Freddy would be facing regular punishment. It was important that the twins feel what that was like, and understand the need for the Dom to control himself. We did not want the twins to cause any permanent damage to their subs.
They also needed to understand what was a turn-on for the sub, and what was likely to be traumatic. We certainly weren't planning on traumatizing the twins. But we needed to bring them to tears. Then we would show them the benefits of holding and comforting the sub, after punishment.
I didn't really expect a third orgasm. But you never know. We all had Tantric level skills and could hold our releases for a long time--or not, depending on the circumstances. So the six of us figured we were up to the challenge.
Since George had missed out on Freddy's televised fucking, he and I would go first. We would go long enough to ensure one orgasm, but not a second. Mike and Tom would go second. They would cum as soon as the boys seemed close. This would ensure that the boys would have to take a third dick, and be very horned up.
As Frank and Jack had fucked them at the airport, they would go third. They'd already shot a load and figured to last longer just based on that fact. They would go as long as they could. After they generated a second orgasm their challenge was to last long enough to cause a third.
As the twins still had the butt plugs inserted from their use at the airport, and were tied to the fuck benches, there was no need to stand on ceremony. Condoms on, dicks lubed, butt plugs out, and penetration with a single thrust. Both boys gasped and grunted at the invasion, but made no other sound. Their cocks were hard in less than a minute.
Being sixteen, both boys got horned up really quickly. Well, they were already pretty horned up, from the day's sexual activity, and the public nudity. In less than ten minutes, both had shot their loads, to the cheers of the crowd. The relentless fucking continued for another twenty minutes. At that point the boys were hard, dripping and beginning to hump back against us. So George and I promptly finished.
We pulled out abruptly. Mike and Tom took plenty of time, before they entered, much to the twins' frustration. They'd lost their hard-ons by that time. My housemates then entered in a single thrust and began pounding hard and fast. The boys took a few minutes to get hard again, but were starting to drip and hump after just a few minutes.
But much to the boys' exasperation, the men in their butts came and abruptly pulled out--and the boys started begging for more! Frank and Jack stepped up, immediately penetrating and plowing those cute willing asses. The boys came in less than three minutes. Unfortunately for the twins, Frank and Jack were only just getting started.
It took twenty minutes for the boys to return to a hard and dripping state. Ten minutes later they went into auto-hump, moaning like two dollar whores. Frank and Jack were in full Tantric mode. The boys didn't have a chance. And in that moment they didn't care about the inevitable punishment. They wanted that third orgasm!!
It took another five minutes for the boy's to blow their loads. And the crowd cheered again! They were going to get their hands on those cute little butts!! But the butt fucking wasn't over. Frank and Jack had decided to show off. They kept right on fucking those sore butts for another fifteen minutes. By that time the boys were hard and moaning again. Although this time the moans had more to do with how sore their butt holes were than it did another orgasm.
Frank and Jack finished, and remained in those sore butts until they began to deflate. They pulled out with a pop, and gave those thoroughly fucked butts a hard slap. It would be the first of many!
I walked in front of the boys and got their attention. They looked up at me with glazed eyes and dopey smiles.
"I'm guessing you enjoyed that."
They nodded in unison.
"Excellent! Now let's see how much you enjoy your punishment for that third orgasm. Now as I told you, we intend to bring you to the point of tears. You need you to know what this experience is like for a sub, and you need to know how far you can go without causing damage or real emotional trauma. If you don't think you can handle that this first time, just tell me, and I'll limit the men to one spank each, instead of two."
The boys looked at each, smiled, turned back to me and said, "Go for it!" in unison.
I turned to the crowd and said, "Gentlemen, you will each get to land one hard open-handed slap on each butt cheek. Please line up behind the boy of your choice. Just make sure there's an equal number of men behind each boy."
The men quickly lined up, with a little shuffling around to get the lines even. My housemates joined the lines at the end. As they were highly experienced, they could judge how hard the final slaps needed to be. I would take the last spot once I'd spoken to the boys.
"As I want you free to make noise, but don't want any neighbors calling the police, I am going to insert ball gags in your mouths. I fully expect you to be crying when this is over. That is not a sign of weakness. It's simply a healthy release of emotion, from the pain."
The boys nodded. I inserted the gags, and moved to my place in line. The men at the front of each line were taking advantage of the wait to gently rub and stroke those pretty butts. Monster had been tied to the fence, or I think he might have pushed people out of the way and mounted one of the boys. After all, the smell of sex was in the air!
The spanks began, one to each cheek. As each man finished, he moved aside and watched--some from the back, some from the front to watch the boys' reactions. The boys managed to remain quiet until about halfway through. At that point moans started. A few minutes later there were sobs.
When it was over their butts were bright red, but with no purple bruising, cuts or abrasions. And the sobs were uncontrolled. Jack moved to Ethan and I moved to Edward. We each gently rubbed pain cream into the butts in front of us. Then we slowly massaged backs and shoulders, as the crowd silently watched. Finally, we released the restraints and took our respective boys into our arms.
We removed the ball gags, as Frank arrived from the kitchen with bottles of ice cold water. When a person gets a lump in their throat, that's the swallowing muscles going into spasm. Drinking the cold water breaks the spasm, and the person feels better very quickly. We had the boys drink some water, and the sobs went away. But they continued to cling to us for several minutes.
When they were finally cried out, and emotionally under control, Jack and I picked them up and carried our beautiful naked boys into the house, as the crowd dispersed. We sat with the boys in our arms, and held them for a long time. This was a new experience for them, and we wanted it to end well. We talked quietly with the boys.
I asked them how they felt. Ethan said, "We've never been hugged or held like this. Father is not an affectionate man. Mother was only affectionate with Freddy. This is definitely the best part of the day for me."
Edward agreed. So we continued to hold the boys as they talked about their feelings about the various things that had happened during the day. Frank cooked dinner as we talked. Eventually we all sat down to a nice meal. Our teen beauties remained naked, of course!
That night, instead of putting them in cages, each boy slept in the arms of one of us.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/when-master-calls/when-master-calls-16 | Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2024 15:03:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]>
Subject: When Master Calls Part 16. (Gay Authoritarian)
When Master Calls, Part 16
Here is another true account of life with Master, i hope you enjoy it.
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When awaiting Master i often get over excited, so much so that keeping
still and focused is a real problem. Take this morning for instance,
Master has told me to be ready for Him but there are no further
instructions. This means i must use my initiative, perhaps not a
slave's best quality!
I decide that prostration is best, the position i feel is most
appropriate when awaiting Him. Master in His call told me to remain
clothed, having checked i was wearing a t shirt, briefs and shorts. As i
say there were no other instructions so i placed myself on the floor,
arms stretched forward, palms flat, legs apart, facing the direction of
the door. My aim in this position is to meld myself with the floor, to
become as much as possible one with it so that on His entrance Master
will see, should He choose to notice, the outline of His slave on the
carpet, as low as low can be, not presuming to raise itself in any way.
But this has its problems as i writhe and fidget: my hard-on is rubbing
inside my clothes against the floor; excitement tingles in my body so
that i shiver and almost piss myself with anticipation in the thrill of
the wait; and my briefs are already a little damp with precum. I will
know when He has arrived as there will be the sound of His car outside,
the turn of the door handle as He enters; this doesn't help as i know
there is no need to settle down until that moment but of course a short
period of calm beforehand would help me enter the correct headspace.
Master's pleasure recently has been to have other men witness my
punishment - if you have read the previous episode of my chronicles you
will know about the man-god who thrashed me so severely - but sometimes
all that Master wants is a witness, another person present to observe my
humiliation, my shame. I say shame but in fact i am always proud to
accept His correction. It would have been impossible to imagine just a
few years ago how readily i would accept such treatment and the account
of today's visit by Master shows just how far i have gone down the
rabbit hole of subservience and submission.
So there i am trying to blend with the floor, inner calm definitely not
achieved as my mind whirls and races! Master takes His time. Having
heard His car arrive it seems like minutes before the gate, then the door
open and before me are His feet. It's a great surprise when He orders
me to rise, lifting my now almost quivering body into His embrace. His
arms are firm around my shoulders and He pushes His face into mine. In an
instant His tongue is inside my mouth and He is passionately kissing His
slave. This is bliss, an unexpected joy in which i can feel only weaker
and more helpless in this manly grasp! Of course i should never forget my
place in this hierarchy, instinctively i part my legs in case Master
needs access to my balls. But again there is a surprise, He begins to
undress me, gently, like a parent preparing a child for bed. Not yet
permitted to speak i can only gaze at Him and marvel at His tenderness
and His ability to surprise. He lifts my T shirt over my head and drops
it to the floor. There is a tingle of excitement, the air on my newly
exposed skin. His fingers trace a line up and down my back. It is
exquisite! I tremble with joy.
From behind me now, unseen, His hands undo the waist band of my shorts,
they loosen and fall and as they do so the exposure is startling. By now
my briefs are taut, my dicklet straining the thin cotton and showing up
the dampness of the precum. But Master takes no notice and, still from
behind with His own erection tenting His joggers and pressing against my
arse, He slides His hands over my flesh up to my nipples and then i know
that my ease is near an end.
Though i have often written about Master's delight in using my nipples
and i am well used to the pain, He always manages to find new ways of
using them. This time His mouth is at the back of my neck, i can feel His
breath, His whole body pushes into the back of mine as His fingers begin
to twist the nubs which He insists i work on every day to increase their
size and sensitivity. All i can see is each of His hands while the
pressure increases between the finger and thumb. Pushing His body further
into mine he moves His arms forward, away from my chest but doesn't
release the nubs, it is as though He is pulling them away from me so i
stagger slightly forward too as though led by them. In response
Master's hands sharply twist, right, left and i gasp a little with the
pain.
Release when it comes is balm indeed, especially as Master instructs me
to follow him to the chair, crawling, of course, and instructs me to bury
my face in His crotch. I inhale deeply keen to get the essence, His man
scent. These are precious moments, to be savoured above all others;
Master lowers the front of His jogging bottoms and reveals the
magnificent bulge in tight red briefs and draws my head further in. I
lick, sniff, bob my head up and down crazily getting as close as possible
to the seat of His masculinity concealed by just a thin layer of fabric.
It's a surprise when He pulls down His briefs too and allows me my first
view of His cock so early in His visit.
His instruction, "Play with my cock and balls", always puts me in a
quandary. How do i "play" with these objects of desire, this supreme
source of manhood which cause me sleepless nights of craving while i try
to keep my hands off my dicklet, following His orders not to masturbate?
How do i casually "play" with such a precious gift? "Worship", yes,
but "play" is far too trivial and disrespectful. So worship is the
approach i take. To make the most of the opportunity all the senses need
to be brought into play. I gingerly lean forward to inhale, in the hope
of that glorious man scent, i know the chance will increase if i gently,
oh so gently, use my thumb and index finger to peel back the foreskin,
the thin delicate skin softly rolls back between my unworthy fingers, i
can hardly believe the privilege to be touching a real man's person in
so intimate a way -- and i am rewarded! The glistening, smooth head is
revealed, moist with sweat and spent piss and is sending me into a world
of heady bliss, that unique cock smell! No longer can i help myself, and
dart my tongue out like a snake to delicately touch the tip of His penis,
i slide it back and forth, the underside of the tongue slithering over
the smooth head and when i lift it a little there is a slick delicate
thread of precum, or is it saliva or even a mixture of the two joining
my tongue with His cock. His cock, my tongue! The salt-sour taste drives
me on and soon i am darting my tongue in a fast staccato motion in and
out, up and down the underside of His dick.
Is Master pleased? Does He acknowledge my devotion? How would i know?
It's no concern of mine and i continue to serve in the best way i know,
now taking the whole length of His cock into my mouth and throat, moving
my head up and down like a man with a single purpose, a devotee at a
shrine where repeated simple actions may bring grace and favours from an
unfathomable deity. Up and down goes my head like a piston, around His
cock my tongue works overtime frantically seeking to please Him, swirling
and licking, all other awareness is suspended until He lifts my head and
says, "Good boy."
Naked, kneeling before Him, my hair in a wild mess, my eyes glazed over
in the frantic attention to prolonged cock sucking, mouth open and
dribbling slightly i bask in the beauty of those words. "Good boy".
"W/we've got a visitor coming," He announces. "Let's think about how
I want you to appear."
On the seat next to Him i notice the phone on which He's been scrolling
while i've been servicing His cock. There's a Grindr profile on the
screen and i surreptitiously try to look, Master immediately pushes my
head aside. "None of your business; just remind me of the postcode."
He taps a few words and the postcode into the device and turns it over.
"Now, let's get you sorted. Turn around on all fours and face the
window."
I obey. Soon the doorbell rings and Master, now completely naked, rises
to answer it. Before He brings the visitor into the room i quickly snatch
Master's briefs from where He dropped them and gather them to my face, i
may need such simple comfort with what is to come and hope to gain
strength from holding these close to me.
From my position on the floor, legs apart, head and forearms resting on
the ground i can see backwards into the room, but my field of vision
comprises only the feet and lower legs of O/our visitor and, of course,
Master. "Take off your clothes if you want," says Master, "I hope you
enjoy watching, this is my slave who I enjoy punishing."
Not sure why the visitor is invited to undress, maybe he will be wanting
to masturbate while he watches or even participate, i begin to fear what
Master has in mind. My arse is presented for whatever He may choose;
fortunately my face is probably not fully visible to the stranger; what
he can see are buttocks, backs of my thighs, the soles of my feet.
Master reaches for the heavier of the two riding crops which are resting
on the chair and without any ceremony brings it down in a flash across
both arse cheeks, there is barely time to register the pain before two
more blows descend and then, surprisingly, a pause. It's quite a long
pause, as though something is wrong. I wait nervously and see that
Master has moved towards the man, feet are really close and T/they appear
to be making out in some way. "That's made you hard mate, I've only
struck him three times, wait till you see him squeal and squirm, you'll
really get off on it if you like watching that!" I get the impression
Master is playing with O/our new friend's now hard dick.
"Let's get on with it. Hey, what the fuck are you doing!" The last
remark is meant for me, while T/they were making out i had pulled
Master's briefs close in to inhale the scent. "Look he's got my
underwear in his face, you'll suffer for that!"
The crop is now used more forcefully but there's still something wrong,
Master reminds me and i apologise profusely. "Thank You Master, i must
remember my manners." And now with every strike across my backside there
follows my profound thanks, sometimes with barely enough time to express
them. "Thank You Master. Thank you Master. Thank You Master .... ."
Here in my own house i am being thrashed by Master, observed in my
humiliation by a complete stranger whose face i cannot see, whose name i
do not know. He hears me cry out in pain, he hears my repeated,
ritualistic expressions of gratitude to Master and he sees the reddening
evidence of the riding crop as it marks my arse cheeks - creating welts
which may last a while. And i, kneeling there in such submission, am hard
as a rock, my dicklet the more rigid as the pain and humiliation increase
The young man can't stay long and begins to dress, there is a moment of
intimacy with Master as He fondles him and i hear them kiss. I remain in
position, i have no authority to move. My face, red and tear streaked, is
as yet unseen so it's probably as well. When Master returns from letting
him out He bends to lift me up, kissing me as passionately as He did when
He arrived an hour before. He tells me to lie flat out on the floor and
then wanks himself, coming very quickly and with great power, shooting
wave after wave of hot sperm all over my body. I revel in the warm splash
of His precious seed rubbing it over myself and thank Him yet again for
this blessed gift. Thank You Master, I cannot wait for you to call again! |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully-21 | Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 13:04:17 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Farm Boy Kole and the Bully - Chapter 21 (Gay - Authoritarian, Rural) Don't forget to donate to at https://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer: This is a fictional story set in a fictional location. It's an on-going story of two young men, a farmer's boy and a bully, as their relationship develops. Brad untied the rope attached to Jake's underwear, then tied the rope off so it would still hold Kole in place with the wedgie. Then Brad cranked the come along to keep the tension on Kole's underwear. Brad then untied Jake's hands. "You can fix your underwear and take out your gag. Leave the butt plug in for now. We'll deal with your hard dick later." Brad said. And Jake wasted no time in pulling out the gag from his mouth then the underwear from his ass crack. Brad looked at Kole, still bound and wedgied with the head of his dick poking out. "No need to have that dick head on display." Brad said and grabbed the front of Kole's briefs and gave them a tug. Now wedgied at both ends, Kole grimaced and groaned. "Poor boy. You made the choice." Brad said as he let go of the front of Kole's briefs. Brad turned to Jake and said "We've got stuff to do. You'll want to help and do as I say or you may end up like Kole again - or worse." Jake quickly said "Yes, Sir". Brad patted Kole on the check and said "I think more is coming that what you bargained for!" and then blindfolded Kole. As Brad left the barn with Jake following behind, Brad explained to Jake that this whole setup was Kole's idea. "We'll have fun watching you get the details out of him later." Kole thought to himself the plan had worked so far. He'd approached Brad in an attempt to restart Jake's bully personality. Kole figured either he would win - or Jake would win and Jake would want lose. Only if Jake won and wanted to stay tied would there be a problem. So now that Kole had won and was still captive, he thought his plan was working -- at least until Brad made that comment about it being more than he'd bargained for. Brad and Jake walked to Brad's truck which was hidden behind the barn. Brad pulled back a tarp covering the bed and revealed a wooden X in the back of the truck. "It's a St Andrew's cross," Brad explained, "And once a victim is tied to it, pretty much their entire body is vulnerable. It's my gift for your barn dungeon." Kole heard the noises as Brad and Jake moved the St Andrew's cross inside the barn and into the hay loft (not an easy task, especially not for Jake with the butt plug still in and invading his insides with every move), but Kole had no idea what was happening. Next, Kole heard a drill and then the guys climbing back out of the loft. Brad removed Kole's blindfold. Then left off the rope holding Kole's underwear in a wedgie and removed the tennis ball he'd used to tie off the wedgie. Brad then produced a pair of handcuffs. He told Jake to untie Kole's hands. As soon as that was completed, Brad cuffed Kole's hands in front of him. "When I tell you to move, we are going up into the hay loft. You'll need to climb carefully with those cuffs on." Brad said. Then he looked at Jake and said, "Grab his underwear and pull them up his ass again and walk him over to the hay loft ladder." Once they were at the ladder, Brad told Jake to let go of Kole's underwear and told Kole to climb the ladder and wait at the top. Kole made it up the latter, slowly with his cuffed hands. He'd never climbed a ladder with the remains of a wedgie and a butt plug up his ass. It sure was an odd feeling as the butt plug really made itself known on the climb. Once they had all made it up the ladder, Brad instructed Jake to grab Kole's briefs and to escort Kole over to the area with the St Andrew's cross. Brad then told Kole to stand with his back against the cross. Brad then took a piece of rope and secured one of Kole's booted ankles to an eye bolt on the cross then repeated with the other. Then Brad removed the handcuffs and secured one of Kole's wrists to the upper cross again using an eye bolt on the cross then repeated with the other. Kole was now spread eagle, but in a vertical position. Then Brad took more rope. He secured each of Kole's legs below his crotch to the cross. Then he tied another rope around Kole's waist and the cross. Next was Kole's chest just below his arm pits and each arm just above the arm pit. Now about the only thing Kole could move was his head. Brad handed Jake a pair of scissors and told him to cut Kole's underwear off, which Jake quickly did. Bard then said "Kole, it will be in your best interest to remain as still as possible and not move". With that, Brad produced a pair of clippers. "We are going to leave you with something that will remind you of this day for quite some time!" Brad said. Brad then began trimming Kole's underarm hair then the pubic hair (working around Kole's erection) with the clippers. Kole's mind was racing as he wondered what was going on, but it was somewhat erotic so far. Then Brad took a can of shaving cream and applied it to Kyle's underarms. Brad pulled out a razor and removed all the underarm stubble left behind by the clippers. Kole was stunned. He'd heard of women shaving their underarms, but he was a man -- a man who was tied up and couldn't do anything about it! Next Brad moved to Kole's crotch. Of course, Kole's dick was still hard. "I'm going to work gently. I hate having any nicks or cuts to mar a clean shaven crotch." Kole remained as still as possible, though his dick was bobbing as the razor moved around it. The last thing was to get shaved was any hair on Kole's penis. I'd love to have shaved your head too, but this way only a few of us will know what happened." Brad said. "And as your hair grows back the itching will remind you of this day. Now I'm going to remove your gag, and you can spill the details on your plan to Jake." With that, Kole told Jake how he'd missed Jake bullying him around and tracked down Brad to put this plan in motion, figuring Jake would enjoy seeing Kole helpless under another man's control. Kole also mentioned that he had no idea about the St Andrews cross or getting shaved so what happened now was out of his control. Kole said he hoped the entire setup hadn't scared Jake too badly and would understand if someday Jake wanted to punish him for it. That's when Kole saw the familiar evil grin on Jake's face. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/gimp-toy | Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2024 20:36:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Warren Storosko Subject: GIMP Toy GIMP Toy by [email protected] When I think back, I wonder how my big mouth and a few drinks got me into my current situation. It all started one Friday Night when I visited a gay bar in the Big City. I was dressed in tight rubber for a night that I would never forget. I thought that I looked great. I also felt incredible. I ran into a nice looking gregarious person my age. We had a few beers together and got to know each other. He told me that he was looking for a live in submissive. He was looking for a commitment of at least one year. This is when my loose tongue got me into trouble. I was invited to his house for the weekend of fun and play. I had nothing else planned and I traveled to the bar by public transit. I went with him by way of his car, a beautiful Maserati. I was tired and because of having a few beers(and more), I fell asleep during the trip. After driving what I think was an hour into the countryside, we left the highway and entered a dirt road to his house. We arrived at his house deep in the woods and entered his beautiful estate. The estate was beautiful with a large house and many adjacent buildings. He told me that he lived there alone. I said that I didn't realize he was so wealthy. It seemed that he inherited old money and lived there alone. He was also highly educated in the medical profession. We entered the mansion and went to a spacious living room. There we had a few hard drinks and unwound from the trip. He talked some more about his need for a live in slave. In me he felt he had a candidate for a submissive. He was interested in my fetishes and desires. My loose tongue spilled my desires, even my secrets thoughts were made known to him. I found out that he worked his life in the medical field. He had a dental practice in the big city. He was retired for a few years. I told him that I was retired also and not being married or attached that I had nothing special to go home to. I owned a modest home with very little property. Once in a while the bills would have to be collected and paid. Some of the bills were autopay and my income was even deposited. We were really both unattached and bored of the life that we lived. We talked about our sexual fantasies and our dominant/submissive complimentary behaviors. It seemed that I was an unattached submissive and he was a dominant person. He proposed that we should develop some type of relationship based on our preferences. He said that he always wanted a GIMP toy to do whatever sexual fantasy he wanted to use the GIMP for. He proposed that I become his GIMP for at least one year. He insisted on total control and modification of the GIMP. I was unwilling to go for changes that couldn't be undone. He said that would be acceptable. Buzzed from all the drinks I was ready to sign up for a year of adventure. He agreed to my conditions that I would not be changed permanently and that I would be his rubber GIMP for at least one year after he completed the final GIMP transformation. He stated that I would be suited completely in a rubber suit 24 hours a day and that he would have complete control over my life style with him. He said that as an object I would be used by him anyway that he wanted. I said OK and we agreed to start in the morning. I signed an agreement that he was my guardian and that I gave him permission to modify me as long as the changes were reversible. We had a few more drinks undressed and went to bed together. I fell asleep in less than five minutes in his arms. The next morning I awoke and found that I was groggy and unable to move. Don't worry this is temporary and will wear off at the appropriate time. I found myself on a clean medical table. I don't remember getting there. He quickly removed what ever clothes that I was still wearing. He stated that his toy would be covered head to foot in a rubber suit, skin. He ordered that I wouldn't wear clothes for the next year. He proceeded to pull out a hair clipper without any guard and started to denude my legs of all its hair. He then lifted my legs and denuded the back sides of my legs. In no time the legs were hairless and then he went to work on my pubes. They were cleaned. He turned me over and completed my ass carefully cleaning my butt crack and then my back. He turned me over and completed my abdomen, chest, pits and arms. My body from the neck down was completely stubble. He stopped for a rest and then proceeded to cut his hair into a short mohawk. He then dressed in rubber shorts. He looked great. He was in great shape for his age. He then sat me up. Next he studied me and smiled. I think that it's time to remove your identity. The clippers were directed to my head. He said you know that my vision for my GIMP is a complete rubber hairless toy. You will be completely hairless. This is also a necessity because I have a special skin agent that will adhere the rubber suit to your skin, temporarily allowing the skin to breathe through the synthetic rubber skin. You will look like you are made of rubber. He placed the clippers on my head and then cleaned my head of all hair which also included that I had no eye brows or lashes, all gone. Off came my eyebrows and then my eye lashes. He put the clippers down to rest. You really look like an object. Now there was nothing that I could do. I was partially his rubber GIMP already. None of my friends would be able to recognize me. I was stuck there unable to move helpless to change my fate. I intend to use an adhesive on the suit so that the rubber becomes a second skin. It will be part of you until your contract is fulfilled and I use a solvent to releases the rubber. I will only use the special solvent to release the rubber when I agree you fulfilled your agreement and I return you to your previous life. I will have to clean your body of the stubble. I have a depilatory that will clear the stubble for at least a year. First I will clean your body with the depilatory. He proceeded in spraying the front side of my body with the spray. He left it on for one hour, then cleaned the stubble off and then flipped me and sprayed the backside. One more hour and then he wiped the stuff off. The hair remover had the desired effect and left my skin smoother than a baby's skin ready for the second rubber skin. Now for your head. I will place these eye cups in your eye sockets as protectors and spray the depilatory. The cups only covered the eyes. The stubble from the eyebrows was covered with the spray along with the head and beard. After an hour the eye protection sockets were removed. He looked at my body and head now completely hairless from its stubble, completely smooth. Now your features will be hidden by the second skin. This skin will eventually have multiple layers of a tough synthetic rubber I developed for a friend for burns. I intend to store you in a chamber while I sleep. When you are sealed in rubber, the chamber will give you the proper nutrients and rid your body of all wastes. I will have to modify your cock, ass and mouth without making permanent changes as I promised. I will keep you awake for the genital changes that I will make. You should really be aroused from those changes. You will for the period be in permanent chastity, no erection, no sperm. A GIMP is without sex so I will have to form a pouch to hold your testes and cock. You will not be able to perform sex without my assistance. I will fashion a mound to hold your cock and testes against the body. In the mound I will place a penis tube that will go from the mound surface, through the piss slit into the urethra. That mound will be glued to the pelvis area. All your equipment will be packaged away giving you an appearance of being a sexless droid. The suit with complete the final appearance by covering everything. Next I will place a plug up your ass so that you have an outlet to cleanse out your colon. This will have a large plug so I may fuck your ass as much as I want. At night I will initiate a slow, easy cleansing of the colon for two or three cycles to clean the ass of all wastes. Enjoy your thoughts, this modification will take place tomorrow. Remember that all is reversible, as promised. He finished the evening by taking body measurements. These measurements were carefully done and recorded. I was still unable to move. He brought me some fluids. He assured me that he would take very good care of his rubber toy. The next morning he entered the room with a tray and several devices. I was laying there on the lab table completely hairless. He said that already he liked the improvements that he made. I looked more and more like an object, a toy. He came forward to me with a mound that looked almost like a jock cup, except smaller and solid with a slit on the outside.. He cleaned the hairless public area with a solvent. He proceeded to push a tube down my piss slit. There was not much room for the balls and penis. He placed glue on the bottom of the mound and then firmly pressed the mound in place. He sealed the mound by placing putty around the mound and then smoothed everything out. He let everything dry for 2 hours. When done, the mound adhered firmly to the groin area. For all, the area looked like my cock and balls were gone. By then I was able to look down and saw a mounded, sexless submissive toy. After 2 hours he turned me on my face and produced a hollow butt plug. He used a solvent to clean the anal hole both inside and out. He place some putty on the outside of the hollow plug and then pushed it in and snap, the anal cavity grabbed the plug. He allowed this to dry for 2 hours. I now had a follow tube installed in my ass hole. He left for lunch and came back after lunch. He brought me some fluids. He now brought out a thin synthetic rubber suit. He placed some solvent on my smooth legs and proceeded to place my feet in the suit. He started with the feet and fit the slippery skin up my legs. The feet had separate toes which he easily slid into the feet. The solvent was slippery. He brought the suit's legs up my smooth legs and over my abdomen. The suit had one opening in the front for the mound piss slit, which he lined up over the piss tube hole. He lined the spaces for the ass hole in the rear. He glued the piss tube into the mound and caped the piss slit. The butt plug in the back of the suit was also sealed to the second skin. He made sure that everything was smoothed out and then continued pressing on the suit until the skin(suit) did not move. He placed the same solvent all over my back and stomach and pulled the suit on through the neck down to my abdomen. He paced my fingers into the built in gloves and smoothed the suit from the arms to the shoulders. He continued smoothing the suit till the skin did not move. He took the top and bottom of the suit and cemented them together. From the neck down to the toes I was a complete mass of rubber. Even my hands were covered in a solid mass of rubber fingers. It was now evening. He then said that I am ready to try out the sleeping chamber and to get you some nourishment. He gave me an injection and I soon I was able to move with some assistance. He helped me out of the room to another room. In that room was a chamber waiting for me. The chamber had a stool with a hollow plug in the middle of the seat that was made of rubber. He told me that the seat would enter my anal plug and the plug in the seat would go into the suit's anal cavity and seal for the nightly procedure that would be my existence at least for the next year. The ass was sealed into the seat's plug, it was now ready to clean of all anal waste. The seat will inject warm meditated soapy water up your ass to the proper level to clean the intestines. The solution will stay there for an hour and be flushed out to be be repeated one or two more cycles during the evening. Your wastes are now controlled by me and my chamber. The procedure is all automated. He backed me into the chamber and a step up placed me on the anal orifice. The seat was adjusted to be comfortable. He then pulled a tube out of the floor of the chamber and hooked it to the front mound. He said that once you are hooked up to the tube you would be able to pass your piss. The piss tube otherwise is sealed only to be open in the chamber by your master. The final step of transformation to a GIMP will be completed tomorrow. I will now hook you up to a tube to receive nourishment via your mouth. There is extra nourishment tonight because you did not eat for several days. He gave me the tube in the mouth and I hungrily drank down the food. Suddenly I was sucking on some sort of milk pastie shake. Unknown to me the fluid was laced with sedatives and I quickly fell asleep. He left, I pissed a few times and then I felt the enema. The temperature of the enema was comfortable and entered me till it filled me to the top of my intestines. An hour seemed forever and the solution went somewhere. Then the cycle repeated itself two more times. I fell asleep. No sooner had I dozed off he returned and greeted me as his rubber toy. Was it morning already? Today will be the modifications to your head. These modifications will make you unrecognizable. I am going to put you out for this because these modifications include some dental work. You told me that a you have some caps so I am going to remove the caps and save them if after a year you want to revert back to yourself. He gave me no explanation of what he planned for me. I felt a jab and out I went. Unknowingly to me he came in with a silver tray of dental trays and an O ring. He removed and saved my dental caps. Next he placed dental trays in place and made impressions. He attached the O ring and some soft material to the O ring. He cemented the items in place and waited a few minutes. He retrieved a skin tight hood with a space for the O Ring and openings for the nostrils and eyes.. He place the same solvents on my skin and head and then slid the hood over my face. He smoothed everything out and waited two hours. He cemented the hood to the top short neck. He made sure everything was trimmed and cemented to the dental device. He placed tubes up the nose. After his modifications I became an object with no resemblance to my original self. He waited another few hours and woke me up. When I awoke I found out that my head was completely covered in a second rubber skin and that I was unable to move my mouth. He told me that he placed an O port to my mouth. The mouth was now perfect for him to fuck whenever he wanted. The O port would be used at night for nourishment. Now the amount that I was fed would be monitored to be the right amount to maintain my well being. Any medications or sedatives would be administered in the nourishment. I would not be able to talk clearly, only with half grunts. It was strange to have your mouth partially opened, unable to chew. He still was not finished for the night. He took me to another room, the paint booth. He said that I needed to be properly sealed and that each day for the next ten days I would be sprayed and the spray would be cured with another liquid for rubber strength. He next stood me on a rubber anal plug, covered my eyes, covered my O ring with a plug and placed hoses up my nose. After a few minutes a mist came out and covered me spraying from all directions. This mist lasted 5 minutes. When the paint (rubber) was drying I could feel a slight compression. There would be no spaces between the layered skin. The rubber was left to dry. Then I was sprayed with a curative agent to strengthen the rubber. The new skin was perfectly seamless and glistened in the low light. After an hour I was dry and taken to the sleep chamber. I was hooked up to the sleep chamber, anal plug and piss plug. Then I was hooked up to a tube through the O ring to feed me the necessary nutrients. The nourishment entered my mouth at a very slow pace. Now all that remained was a figure with no recognizable features. For all practical purposes I was an object, master's object drone. At night I was cleaned several times. From the sedatives in the nourishment, I fell asleep quickly. I was allowed to sleep till 9AM. He disconnected me from the sleep chamber and took me to the living room. There was an anal plug pedestal waiting for me. He had similar pedestals placed throughout the house. I was placed upon it and told several rules. 1. All the plugs are the master's property. They will only be opened by master for whatever reason he wishes. Violations will be punished. Punishments are open to the original rules which were a complete fog to me. 2. You will follow my commands immediately. With the sedatives and mind altering drugs I would be compliant. 3. One year period will start as soon as you are processed completely. 30 layers cured rubber. 4. Master may add time as punishment. (This is the rule that would come back to haunt me.) I was then taken to the paint booth for the 1st of 3 layers of rubber for the day. I was place on the anal plug and then sprayed. After a while the curative agent was sprayed. After an hour I was taken to an indoctrination room to harden and shown films to improve my GIMP performance. These videos would condition my mind to accept the changes and improve my performance as a rubber sex slave. This was to be repeated for one afternoon session and one evening session for the additional 9 days. After 10 days, I would be shown my GIMP appearance that I signed up for a minimum of 1 year, on good behavior. Ten days passed. Each day I was shown films to improve my GIMP behavior. I was awakened and examined on the 11th day.. Master took me to a room of mirrors and showed me his work. I looked in the mirrors and saw a rubber GIMP. This GIMP was a completely seamless rubber object. I knew that it was me. I felt like a rubber GIMP. A GIMP was my reflection. It was no longer me but master's toy. Maybe it was the indoctrination films but I was ready to serve. I wanted nothing else. Master took me and had me kneel before him. He opened my O Ring and his cock entered my mouth. He began fucking my face. I enjoyed every thrust he gave my face. He exploded in my mouth. What delicious cream! He then continued by pissing in my mouth filling me up. He quickly plugged the O Ring. Then he said piss would be one of the punishments; he would use me as a urinal if I failed him. He turned me around and opened my anal plug. He continued fucking me until he exploded up my ass. Then he pissed up my ass and sealed the plug shut. He said that I would have to wait till evening to get cleaned. This has been the GIMP's existence for several months. I have no calendar to know how long I've been a rubber gimp toy for my master. Several time periods were added to my contract for failure to give master complete satisfaction. I have no desire to escape. Where would I go? Master had the solvent that would release the suit sealed to my skin. Without the release chemical I would remain a rubber GIMP object. I would like to try an experiment. I would like members to write daily experiences that they would like to see done to the rubber drone-toy. I am asking that you send a chapter size story to: [email protected], Subject: STORY. Then with your permission if I approve of your submission and you give permission, I will ad your chapter to the story giving you credit for the submission. I thank you in advance for your submission. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/chronicles-of-a-real-life-fag | Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2024 04:14:29 +0300 From: Sammy Subject: Chronicle of a Real-Life Fag - chapter 1 Chronicles of a Real-Life Fag, part 1 i've always known i'm a faggot. since around 7 years old. but that's a story for another time. for now, we start right at the very....middle. 2015, a hot summer night. in a rare occasion, i'm 14 & i'm home alone. i'm on the phone with my girl friends in high school & we're talking about the dumb girl in physics class. i'm having a blast with my girls, Nel & Tess, but secretly i cannot wait to hang up & look up some big cocks to jerk my teeny tiny dick to. i learned later in time, that what i have cannot even be called a dick. the more suitable term is a clit. with a "pathetic little" usually before it. pathetic little clit. at some point, i get a text from my downstairs neighbor. i tense up a bit. he is my neighbor...but he is also my 2nd biggest crush. (my number one crush is conveniently...his brother, but that's also a story for another time). my neighbor, ramsey, goes to my school -the one good school in the neighborhood- and he's three years older than me. shocker, he's also popular. i never got exactly why because he's not necessarily the biggest jock out there, & he's not necessarily a heartthrob, but he was...the man. i remember him when he was short, a few years back, his lanky body, his tan arms hanging from his cut-off vest. even then i liked him most out of the neighborhood boys. his alpha attitude & behavior, even from a young age, had him leading the pack. it was just natural. sometimes, i was in the pack, & sometimes i was its victim. once, it was one of the days where he decided that i was gonna be on the receiving end of the pack's bullying. which is how i ended up on the ground, getting kicked by 6 boys in the basement of our building. which also somehow ended up with me rushing to the bathroom to rub my hard dick...well...clit. but one summer, out of nowhere, ramsey grew 6 feet & 5 inches tall. and running into him in the garage, eyes looking up to meet his intense-green-eyed gaze, towering over me & looking down on me, i knew my fate. something in me knew, that he's got me in the palm of his hands. and he knew it too. where i'm from, it's not normal to be gay. it's not accepted, & that's not even a question. if you were a slightly-feminine man, you had to do the hard work to fit in. but i must have missed that part, cause although i grew a bit taller & sprouted a few hairs here & there, my voice never caught up. & my demeanor didn't bother catching up either. so here you have, a 14 year-old boy, clearly less than a male, staring up into a 17-year old man's eyes, standing a few feet above him.... but somehow, that interaction went about normally. he asked me about my summer & the upcoming semester at school. i was pleasantly surprised to see that although it was clear now the different leagues we belong to, it did not mean the end of our friendship (if you could call it that) we started the school semester and i saw him everyday, as we shared the same bus. this meant that every morning, i got to see him, and sometimes, if he's in the mood, talk to him quickly. that's how it appeared to the naked eye, but inside my head were the most twisted fantasies conjuring up, about all the ways i could service him & have him use me. after his growth spurt, his voice deepened & his muscles grew more defined, his facial hair grew & connected. which drove my fantasies to all the wild places my 14-year-old hormone-riddled brain could go. in the bus, i'd be trying my best to catch a few sly glimpses of his crotch, wondering about his dick: how long, how thick, hairy or not, cut or uncut, with a lean in it or not. i'd wonder about his balls, how heavy, how fuzzy, whether they were hanging loose in his underwear right now, if one is squished to the side. i'd wonder if he had masturbated last night, or even more exciting, this morning. did he shoot his load in a sock, or did he use tissues that are holding his superior seed, laying in a trash can, in his room, right now. i figured, with his general giant-ness, his cock must be at least 8 inches, and his balls were most likely heavy with potent semen. after all, this alphahood must come from somewhere... fair to say, i got lost in my fag brain on those bus rides every morning & afternoon. when we'd get to our stop, he'd make me hold his bag and take lug it up the stairs. you'd think i would be embarrassed having to carry his bag in front of the other kids on the bus, but i was proud. i was looking at the others thinking "yeah...look at that. out of all of you, he chose ME to carry his bag. eat your heart out." i never gave the bag-thing too much thought back then, it seemed natural, but now looking back...it's clear as day that it was a young alpha, establishing his power. and he sure knew how to use it. *PING* "hey boi, gotta talk with you." i draw a mini-gasp & my heart skips a beat. his presence, whether in person or on text, always had this effect on me. i like to think of it as my fag hormones kicking in. i quickly make up an excuse to the girls and hang up the call. i start typing "hey ramsey, yea sure what's up?". played it cool. chill. you know...we hang. cause even though in my head he has used every hole of mine possible & his dick has forged a new pathway down my throat...in real life, we were just neighbors/schoolmates/friends(?). "i've gotta talk to you irl, i'll come up." WHAT? my breath quickens and chest tightens. he's coming up? now don't get me wrong he's been to our place before, and i've been to his. our families are friendly-neighbors, and it's not unusual. but, this is the first time he's coming up with the purpose of speaking to ME, at 11 p.m., mind you. i'm so glad my parents aren't home for the night because i'm not sure what i'd say..."hey, so i know it's late but ramsey is coming up....i'm not sure why?" anyway, i take a quick look in the mirror, and the bell rings. i quietly rush to the door, and take a deep breath. putting on the cool act, like it's just my best friend on the other side, & i open the door... TWO. there are two men standing in front of my door. ramsey, of course. his head a few inches under the frame, looking down at me with his piercing green eyes. his jet-black hair in his signature straight-messy-do, rocking washed blue jeans - that show just how long his legs are (as if there needs to be more emphasis on that) - and a casual white polo. next to him, stands a man i had never seen before, around the same height as ramsey, with a similar build, just a bit wider and muscular. if ramsey had been working out for a few months, this guy had been in the gym for a couple of years now. his biceps were bulging out of his black polo, making me go feral. the contrast of his white skin, with the dark black polo was also...doing something to me. as you know, at that age, a stick on the floor, has the power to turn you on....the man's face was a bit more rough than ramsey's clear skin, which was emphasized by his military hair cut. taking a good look at him, i saw a real man, the one's made to rule the world & spread their seed. even at the door, taking in the new guy, i couldn't help but imagine....just for a quick second, how it would feel to have him force feed me his man cock. little did i know, that by the end of our "quick chat", i wouldn't have to imagine. ------------------------------------------------ part 2 coming soon....with some (a lot) more steam ;) would love to hear ur feedback, shoot me a mail at [email protected] |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully-19 | Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2023 06:38:52 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Farm Boy Kole and the Bully - Chapter 19 (Gay - Authoritarian, Rural) Don't forget to donate to at https://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer: This is a fictional story set in a fictional location. It's an on-going story of two young men, a farmer's boy and a bully, as their relationship develops. Kole showered and considered which boots to wear. On an impulse he grabbed a pair of Black Sendras from Jake's closet. They had a nice, pointed toe. As he thought of Jake downstairs, he grew hard. Kole pulled a pair of his white Fruit of the Look briefs on, pulling them on over the boots, just to hold his erection from flopping around. Kole walked back downstairs and saw Jake there, still hard with nothing to cover his erection. Kole thought it would be a shame to waste such an erection. Kole commanded Jake to get off the sofa and lay on his back on the floor. Once Jake was on the floor, Kole walked over and kicked Jake's booted feet apart. Then Kole took the pointed toe of his borrowed right boot and started exploring Jake's nuts with it. Kole was being somewhat gentle, but a boot toe to the balls was still something Jake felt very much. Kole had figured Jake might be noisy and had a pair of his old stinky boot socks ready to gag him. Once Jake was properly gagged, Kole continued to explore Jake's balls with the boots. And the whole time, Jake's erection pointed to the sky. Kole thought it interesting that this pain and torment excited Jake so much. Kole then took a pair of his dirty underwear and put them over Jake's head, making sure that Jake had Kole's scent right in front of his nose. After a few more nudges of Jake's balls, Kole decided to make use of Jake's erection. With that, Kole squatted down and rode Jake's erection like a cowboy. Having only had a dick up his ass a few times, Kole was enjoying the new feeling of riding the cock rather than just having it shoved into his ass. Soon Kole was bouncing up and down, riding Jake's cock like a pro. For his part, the cuffed and gagged Jake sure bucked and pushed making Kole's ride all the better. Soon enough Kole felt the cum building up inside him ready to erupt. Yet he was determined to ride as long as he could. Just a Kole was about ready to cum, he felt Jake explode inside him and Kole let his load release. Kole's cum shot onto and over Jake. Jake's load sure felt huge in Kole's ass. Kole climbed off, rolled Jake on his side, and released the handcuffs that had bound Jake. Then he pulled the underwear off Jake's head and removed the gag. With that, Jake rolled onto his back and Kole collapsed on top of him. They laid there, Kole's cum drying and sticking them together. After they laid like that a while, Kole unstuck himself, rolled off of Jake and onto the floor, laying on his back. Jake sat up, and noticed the lube and cum seeping from Kole's ass. "You're leaking like those old engines that come for a rebuild" Jake joked. The guys got up and took a shower together, making sure all the lube and cum was washed off. The next morning was Kole's first day at the dealership. He felt a bit odd wearing the new dealership polo shirt and tan slacks, but at least he had on his new pair of brown Ariat boots. Jake and Kole rode into work together. Jake and his Dad gave Kole the tour of the dealership. Kole's dick started getting hard when the saw the engine hoist chain where Jake had hung him buy his belt the night they closed the dealership together. Kole blushed and hoped no one noticed -- but he thought he might have seen a sparkle in Jake's eyes. Kole was busy the first day. Delivering and picking up parts, moving some cars around the lot, helping detail a couple cars for sale. And he spent the day keeping an eye out for Jake, suspecting Jake would come up with some way to humiliate the farm boy. However, that never happened. Jake remained the perfect gentleman all day. And for many days following, both at work and home. Kole began to wonder if he'd broken his bully. Saturday the guys got up to run some errands and work around the farm. For Kole, it felt good to be back in blue jeans and a T shirt. After a quick trip to the grocery store, the guys stopped for some burgers at McDonalds. Kole's burger was messy and a splotch of ketchup oozed out of the bun and onto his shirt as he ate. He cleaned it as best he could with a napkin. As they got back to the truck, Kole took off his stained T shirt, balled it up, and threw it in the back seat of the truck. As usual, Kole's white Fruit of the Looms peeked out above his jeans as he got into the truck and they drove home. And Kole's underwear band remained visible as they unloaded the groceries. Kole never replaced his shirt and yet his Fruit of the Looms remained in place the rest of the day. How could Jake resist the temptation? What could Kole do to "fix" his bully? Kole had to admit it to himself, he enjoyed being the victim of his bully. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-institute-series/the-hunk.html | The Institute: The Hunk
*KLATSH* *PATSH*
"Oh yeah Alex, keep going, this feels so hot!", Beau moaned in an almost girlish voice.
Contently, Alex looked down at the two glowing red buttocks between which his fuck rod went in and out of Beau's ass in a steady rhythm. It was a very exciting view.
Beau stood bent over against the edge of Alex's bed, willingly offering his boyish ass to the owner of the bed for a hot fuck and an equally hot spanking.
*KLATSH* *PATSH*
Alex couldn't resist colouring Beau's buttocks some more. He thrust again deeply into the boy's ass in front of him. Beau started moaning uncontrollably and shot his seed all over the mattress. Alex could barely avoid an orgasm himself when the sphincter of the ejaculating twink contracted.
Alex pulled his throbbing rod out of the fuck hole and abruptly grabbed Beau by the hair to turn him over. "Open your mouth, slut!", Alex exclaimed as he had actually already stuck his cock in Beau's mouth. Alex didn't need much, his seed was already gushing abundantly into the greedy twink's mouth.
"Swallow it all and then lick my cock clean."
Beau obediently and carefully performed his task assigned by Alex.
When Alex was satisfied with Beau's work, he put his pole back in his tight leather pants with an arrogant smirk on his face and pulled up the zipper.
"I hope it is now clear to you what your place is and what mine is, Beau."
- "Yes, Alex, exactly where I want to be and where I want you."
"Cheeky kid! Just go to the pub and start annoying other boys. I'll be there soon.", Alex replied with a smile.
"My plans for that club tonight won't come to fruition this way," Alex thought as Beau disappeared into the living room.
Earlier that evening, Alex had arranged to go to the pub with Beau and Tess to kick off the weekend. Beau was a cheerful, always flirting boy of 18. A bit campy and feminine, yes, but that only added to his charm, Alex thought. Tess was a good friend of Alex, she had had a crush on Alex for some time. But it was obvious that that would never work. Alex only liked boys, something Tess reluctantly accepted.
20-year-old Alex had had a tough week with a lot of studying and extra hours of work for his part-time job. But now it was Friday and he could spend some time with himself and his friends again. First, he took a wonderfully relaxing shower. The pleasantly warm water made his cock start to thicken a bit. His full balls hadn't had a discharge in a week. A bit thoughtlessly, Alex started to jerk off, but he stopped himself. "I have other plans tonight," he thought. "First I'll go to the pub with Tess and Beau, and maybe I'll take a look at that new gay club."
When he stood in front of his wardrobe, his eye fell on the leather trousers he had made himself. Alex always had a fetish for leather. He recently decided to make his own leather pants using a pair of well-fitting jeans of his as an example. "That's a good choice, for the club later tonight. Who knows, I might even make my fantasy come true." Alex, sighed out loud, of course, that would never happen, he thought, as he pulled his tight leather pants over his bare legs and buttocks. The soft leather caressed his naked skin, comfortable, warm, softly creaking and very erotic. A large bulge was visible in Alex's crotch. "Excellent look for the club tonight" Alex thought.
At that moment, Beau burst into Alex's bedroom.
"Ah! There you are!", the twink interrupted Alex's musings. "Oh, wow, what cool leather pants!" Beau exclaimed. "Wearing that, you could go to that new gay SM club in town!" A flush of embarrassed red appeared on Alex's cheeks. "I bet you want to fuck some `innocent' boys there?" Beau continued, "You will certainly succeed with that bulge so prominently in your pants." Beau grabbed Alex's crotch, but Alex stopped his hand.
"Whoa, whoa, kid, keep your hands to yourself!"
"Because? Otherwise?" Beau asked defiantly.
"Otherwise you can go to the pub without me" was Alex's irritated answer.
- "Otherwise you can go to the pub without me" Beau imitated Alex in a childish voice.
"Beau..." Alex growled in a low, warning voice, "don't act like a little boy"
- "I act like a little boy when I want to"
Alex sighed loudly and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted his hand invitingly on his lap. "If you really want to be treated like a little boy, just pull down your pants and get your bare ass over my knee."
Almost eagerly, Beau took off his pants and underwear and snuggled over Alex's lap.
*PATSH* *KLATSH* *PATSH*
Immediately Beau received a few firm taps on his bare butt. Alex was frustrated and took it out on Beau's beautiful, slowly turning red buttocks. It didn't seem to bother the twink, the boy even moaned in pleasure. Alex took his belt out of his pants and continued the punishment with the belt. That had more effect because Beau started to squirm more and more. However, it turned out to be an illusion that the new approach would cool Beau's excitement. Beau's cock was stiff and even leaking precum.
"This doesn't help Beau," said Alex, as he gently caressed the boy's glowing buttocks, "what do you actually want from me?"
"I want you to do to me what you were clearly planning to do to boys tonight at that new club. I want you to give me a fierce spanking on the ass and then fuck me thoroughly. Why would I give some random slut in that leather bar the pleasure of a hot Dominant leather guy, if I can get that horny leather boy myself?"
"Oh what the hell, give him what he wants, I'm on it anyway," Alex thought. He was also horny as hell himself, "OK slut, get on your hands and knees on the bed. Ass up, then I will fuck you until you see stars"
"Oh, YES, Daddy Alex!" Beau shouted enthusiastically as he took up the position.
"My plans for that club tonight, and my fantasies, will not come to fruition this way," Alex thought as he watched Beau leave as the twink headed for the living room.
When Alex entered the living room, Tess had already arrived. She was chatting with Beau. When she saw Alex come in she said "You guys could be a little more discreet. I've been here for a while and I heard loud sex noises."
"Oh my god!", Beau screamed, "You're just jealous that I got a good pounding from Alex, and you didn't," while he involuntarily rubbed his hand over his still sensitive bottom.
"Yes, that's true," Tess admitted, "Alex is really a dream boy, a horny Dominant hunk, and sweet too. Really perfect... if it weren't for the fact that he is gay...". Tess smiled shyly at Alex. "But fortunately I have now found Luuk."
"Yes, that's true, you have a new crush," said Alex, "how did you meet him again?"
"I met Luuk at the Institute for Sexual Synthesis. I have an administrative job there to earn some extra money. Luuk is a psychologist in training there. He studies psychology and he is in his final year. He is older, 23 years old," Tess stared into an imaginary distance for a moment and let out a sigh, "Luuk has everything you have Alex: handsome, masculine, dominant, but at the same time sensitive and caring, he is much better at one thing then you: he's 100% straight."
"I'm really so happy for you Tess!" Alex said after which he gave Tess a big kiss on her cheek.
"I'm going to the pub, I'll see if there is still some place to stand, sitting is not possible for the time being," Beau said with a blissful grin.
Now that Beau had left, Tess felt free to be more open. "Beau was right. I've always admired how you handle guys like Beau."
"Oh well, friends with benefits.", says Alex with a grin
- "I had such a longing for you to treat me the same way you treat your gay sluts."
"I know, dear Tess! But I like boys. As much as I would like to, I can't make you happy that way. Moreover, it is swarming with macho straight boys who are more than happy to make work of a nice, handsome, slutty girl, like I make work of Beau."
- "Straight guys are often hypocritical assholes when it comes to slutty girls, they want to fuck you, but then they treat you like trash and gossip behind your back. Before you know it you are a pariah."
"But Luuk is different?"
- "Yes, he is just like you in that respect. With him, I can be myself"
"Your slutty self, you mean," Alex jokes.
Tess had to laugh "Yes, indeed".
A sad look appears in Alex's eyes: "I would really like to be able to be myself for once. But I think I have a good idea of who I really am."
"How do you mean?" Tess asks.
"Well, I like guys like Beau. Young, boyish, sometimes even a little feminine. I have no trouble winning over guys like that either. But all those boys want the same thing: to be dominated by me."
Alex was silent for a moment and said "No matter how hot I find it to be doing that, something is still nagging me. Sometimes I fantasise about getting my ass spanked by a dominant boy and then having to give him a blowjob. But yes, the guys I attract don't want that at all. I just treat them the way I fantasise about being treated."
"I do try to find dominant boys. But when I find one, I always shy away: too old, too ugly, too direct. There is always a reason to abandon it. I sometimes fantasise about being submissive, but I don't think I really have it in me. In the meantime, I feel comfortable and hot to dominate and fuck boys who can apparently be submissive effortlessly. I admire those guys. I can't do it, I'm hopeless in being submissive. But still, there is a desire to be submissive."
Tess listened speechless. Finally, she exclaimed:
"Wow!"
Alex looked at her questioningly. Tess frowns and falls silent for a moment.
"It may sound a bit strange," she said, "but I think Luuk can help you here."
"Luuk!?" Alex shouted in astonishment, "but he was 100% straight. And I don't know him yet"
Tess laughed "No, silly, I'm really not going to share my Luuk with you. No, Luuk conducts research at the Institute into repressed sexual desires and blockages. They always need test subjects, and you seem like a good candidate. You can also benefit greatly from it yourself. Maybe that will help you discover how to really be yourself."
"Mmm, sounds good, but I still have to..." Before Alex can finish his sentence, Tess says, "I will make an appointment for you at the Institute."
Alex wants to protest for a moment, but then says: "Oh well, it doesn't help, then it doesn't do any harm." |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/taking-down-sargent-malta/taking-down-sargent-malta-18 | Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2023 18:52:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Barry Edmund Subject: Taking Down Sargent Malta Chapter 18 Follows, the yet unfinished edit of the current (final?) chapter (including 1 paragraph lead-in from previous chapter): What's up, Vince?" I parried. He was sporting a substantial dick, and it was plumping up nicely. Looked like a real mouthful and naturally I was kind of hypnotized by it. Anybody would be. "You wanna shove that thing up my butthole, buddy?" I ventured. He took a few steps towards me, his luscious balls bouncing against his legs, and when he was standing at my feet I raised my hips, grabbed the back of my thighs, and flipped my ass so that my wet pucker was lifted to his gaze. Some bubbly spooge gurgled out, forming a rivulet I could feel snaking across my nut sack. "Sheesh, Malta," he said, "you really are a freak." He punctuated his assessment with a giant wad of spittle that plopped on my left buttock. I couldn't help wondering how it would taste. I wanted to ask him for a mouthful but he seemed disgusted so I held back. He was shaking his head and just stood there, staring at my upturned undercarriage, now spattered and raw. He rolled his eyes. Was my puffy pink chasm not to his liking? At close range, did the pleasure hole of a real man register as a shock to his system? Mr. Prim! Who would have guessed? Maybe he'd never seen anything quite like it before. So sheltered! Unbelievable! What are we teaching our children? All at once, it crossed my mind that Vince was probably one of those pretty boys beloved by his Italian mother. Coddled at home like a little prince when he should have been prowling around outdoors, in a dark alley, pummeling his mates or at least smashing a few windows. We've gotta make men out of these kids! Instead, he was almost certainly an altar boy at the local Pray & Prey House of Worship-- oh, yes!--hosting more priestly appendages up his ass than hairs on his pubes. Bitter and full of resentment, that's my guess. Put off by a few years of sacerdotal dicking. What a wimp! Grab life like a red-blooded American, man! Grow up, for God's sake. Who hasn't had an occasional stiff dick up his ass? Big effing deal! Sure doesn't turn you into a faggot. Look no further, gentlemen! Anyhow, despite his "delicate" instincts, I was pleased to see that Vince was chubbing up. Sex will out, as they say. No question about it; he was practically erect, his purple majesty now almost fully protruded from its sheath. A sight to behold. So mysterious. Funny, I never get tired of looking at a boner and couldn't take my eyes off of it. It jerked fitfully up and down outside of his control and I felt an overwhelming longing to have it plunged inside my body. Maybe it was the "perversion" itself that was turning him on, goading him forward. Maybe, after all, Vince was actually queer. A faggot! One of those "really good" boys but "bad" men make him do "bad" things. So pathetic. Whatever it was, he seemed shell-shocked, not knowing what to do next. I'm telling you, this is what often besets a man when he has had no situational conflict training! He loses sight of the mission. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: enlist now, boys, or this could be your future! At last someone to the right of me seized the moment. "Hey Vince, you gonna fuck it or not?" That was Matt. I recognized his deep voice. Very sexy young stud. I've had my eye on him, and his beguiling bulge, since he started coming to the gym. Hunky jock. Assertive. Cocksure. Swiveling hips. Long, slightly bowed legs, huge feet, all muscle and bone. Matt would be a great fuck! Yes, indeed. Maybe Vince should go jump in a lake, and take his precious sausage and tender sensibilities with him. I was getting sick and tired of his hemming and hawing. I hated to think how such a tender heart would fare on a battlefield. "A bitch is a bitch, man, pussy's pussy," Matt sagely opined, looking sideways at Vince. "You've got that right, Matt," I said, spinning on my sweaty back and now aiming my manly orifice in his direction. He was beating his cock and it was a real gem. Rigid, thick, and already leaking, with a great fleshy head on it. My kind of lad! Old farts (the military is full of them) grouse endlessly about today's youth, but look here: that piece of meat jutting from Matt's loins, that represents America's future right there. What could hold more promise? Tell me that's not something worth fighting for! "Come on, Matt, shove it in," I cooed. "Make yourself at home, son!" To start the ball rolling, as it were, I treated him to my brightest smile and pulled my knees farther apart. The air was heavy with the tangy scent of anal sex and semen, the room abuzz with expectation and fitful laughter. They were all such great guys! "Yeah, Matt, fuck the faggot's guts!" "Her cunt's begging for it, Matty." "Put her out of her misery, man!" You know, and I'm probably speaking for every career soldier, this level of male energy may be the most electrifying force on the planet. What joy, what a thrill to breathe this spirit and to feel it running hot in your blood. Cock, dick, and more cock. Yards of it. Manholes, sweaty and hairy. Armpits, dark and piquant. Veins, muscles, stiff nips, balls primed and ready to fire. If man is the measure of all things, what could rank higher than this? "Just fuck the jissom out of me, son!" My voice rang out loudly in the locker room. "Is that an order, Sir?" Oh, Matt was a sly one. A real joker! A sneer stretched across his lips. So butch! I was about ready to cream on the spot. "Bet your life it is, soldier," I parried, "on the double!" But Matt was already making his move. Like Vince, he spat a well-aimed wad. So sexy! I felt it slop onto my hole and slither before he thumbed it in. A little recon, greasing the way for the big gun. Prudent lad! Of course, my hole, already seasoned to a fare-thee-well, was hardly in need of prepping. Matt was going to slide right in, no doubt about it, the gate to paradise wide open and the tunnel slick with seed. "That's a pretty nasty snatch, Malta," he declared, furrowing his brow. Then, in one swift motion, his rubbery dickhead squished through and in no time he'd hit bottom. Male reproductive fluids-- no better lube product on offer. Nope, it's all right there in the master plan. The dick and nuts bring to the theater of operations, if you will, everything they're going to need to get the job done. Tight and very efficient, just the way we like it. A well-oiled fucking machine. Once he'd pushed in, Matt started pumping with zeal. I mean, really going at it, good steady pelvic thrusts, his muscled loins hitting hard between my thighs and cheeks. Very talented kid! I tried to catch his gaze but he averted his eyes. Visualizing some dumb bitch with big swinging tits, no doubt. What an asshole! "Fucking you like a woman, Malta!" he hissed, breathing deeply and looking off into the distance. Yeah, just like a woman, I thought, my nuts loose and floppy, dick hard as steel and jerking fore and aft with each of his lunges. To be a woman! Right! Huge tits sticking straight out, defying gravity, juicy cunt. Pull off my bra, nipples like stiff fingers, itching to be mauled, sucked, and chomped on by some slobbering maniac crazy to get his nuts off! Peel down my panties, pink gash gushing wet, clit twitching! How would that feel, hunh? And if being stuffed with cock in one hole feels fantastic, what if you had two holes down there? How would that feel? Two tight foxholes, both of them plugged, battered, stretched? And a hot cock down your gullet at the same time. Why not? The trifecta. Bitches have no idea how lucky they are! To be taking three cocks at once. Just unbelievable! To tell you the truth, though, in the grand scheme of things, Matt was nothing more than a weed, an invasive weed. Fast growing and aggressive. No brains. Zero finesse. A very common commodity. Plant it anywhere and it grows. Rip it out and another takes its place. Completely interchangeable. In no way was he a candidate for officer's training! His big, nasty root was the only thing he had going for him, stupid schmuck. It certainly was the only thing I cared about. Cock, balls, jizz. Cock, balls, jizz. Shut up and just make me spooge, man! Meanwhile, believe it or not, I kept noticing Vince wandering around, stroking his hard, handsome penis, and now that Matt was going at it full tilt Vince had come back to get a good look. He came in close and stood with his feet straddling my head. What a jackass! So indecisive! Perhaps he finally realized what he was missing. No doubt Matt's rowdy enthusiasm for a little harmless fun had piqued his interest. Still, wishy-washy bloke that he may be, I'll say this, Vince has got a gorgeous gaggle of endowments hanging between his legs. The boy won the genitalia lottery for sure. A long, burly slab of dick meat, crowned with a plushy glans like the head of an angry viper, ready to strike, a glob of pre-cum sparkling at the meatus, and a comely pair of plump nuts, perfectly shaped ovoids in a fine, crinkly leather pouch drawn down and swaying suggestively between his muscled thighs. From my point of view, he looked about ready to pop. All the guys were grouped around us, beating their dicks and spouting juvenile sex talk. "Go for it, Vince!" someone shouted and then, all at once, to my surprise, he pivoted, lowered himself, and kneeled across my chest, his cock grazing my lips. I could feel his ass hairs tickling me below my neck. Boner! If you're a meat eater, as I am, you like it all, but you still appreciate the difference between real quality and all the rest, and Vince's meat was U.S. prime. I give him that. A very fancy morsel and richly veined! Of course, he didn't know what to do with it (had no one ever sucked this kid off?) but that didn't matter. Instinct takes over. The animal brain. You've gotta love it. At first, he couldn't even get the behemoth angled properly. No imagination! And besides, it was so damned hard it just wouldn't flex, like a lever that had gotten stuck. I lined it up for him, though, and managed to guide him in. Lifting my head and using every muscle I could muster, I gobbled him down until I felt his dickhead knocking against the back of my throat, my own dick so stiff it ached. The boy couldn't think to do much of anything so I put on a real show for him. Lips, tongue, glottal contractions, I deployed every trick in the book and, sure enough, he kept feeding it to me, his heavy nuts beating rhythmically against my chin. "Cocksucking faggot much, Malta?" someone called out. Okay! Finally! Yeah! Here we go! All the way in at both ends. Bull dicked! Feel like such a hot bitch! Just a pair of fuck holes for these two studs. But not for long. As it turns out, Vince's appendage was set on a hair-trigger. Of course! I might have known! He was bound to be a premature ejaculator. No stamina! What a nitwit! Still, no reason not to make the most of it. I loved the way he was mindlessly stabbing his glans into my throat, as if I were some sort of appliance. And he flailed away, completely indifferent to my uncontrollable gagging and the saliva, spit, bile, and mucous his jabs were bringing up. I could feel trickles of this stuff mucking its way toward my ears and across my neck. So nasty! And then, all too soon, his entire body went stiff and he began unloading his incontinent nuts. Into the deep, a direct dump into the esophagus, I could feel it making its lewd descent into my belly. No doubt, a momentous discharge. Wish I'd gotten at least a taste of it. Maybe on the rebound. Even so, after the spasms subsided, Vince's dick stayed engorged and he kept it sunk all the way to the back of my throat, though he had ceased thrashing about. Exhausted, probably. Hadn't had a jizz in recent memory, I'd guess. And it must have just dawned on him that, caught up in the moment, he'd gone involuntary and shot his spooge with all his gym buddies as his audience. I knew the kid was a homo! Couldn't resist a real man and now he looks so embarrassed about it. "Fucking queer, Malta!" he said, pulling himself together. Yeah, I' m the queer one. What a laugh! This is what we call projection. He stood up, shook his heavy dick, and walked off in the direction of the showers. I ask myself, what is it with this dumb fruit? Going straight to the showers! To thine own self be true, Vince, I thought. Can't wash away the queer, son! But what a great ass on the kid! If I could just get a whiff! Meanwhile, Matt was building speed in my nether spot. All the while I'd been feeling him deep, thick and very deep, and now I was getting shaky, unhinged, like a loose cannon. Something big was about to go kablooey. It came on slowly, steadily, then all at once. Point of no return. A 10 on the sphincter scale! "Yes, oh shit," I bleated, "I'm fucking cumming!" What do they feed kids these days? This stupid punk was getting me off hands-free. As if I were some common slut and not an officer in the US Army! Pearly jizz pulsed from my flailing dick, splashing on my face and in my hair. I got a good bleachy bit in my mouth, enough to sear my tongue and constrict my throat. Made my eyes water! What a turn-on. Such a healthy load! Such a powerful projectile! Am I all-man or what? Meanwhile, mighty Matt was going for broke, flinging sweat from his forehead, chin, and chest with every thrust. Each time he pulled back I got a nice gander at his promising set of nuts, pitching ponderously and so big they looked painful. Jeez! I wondered what he was packing. I imagined a pint of scorching man-seed flooding my hole and spilling out like ropy syrup. Oh, I'd lick it up, man! Every fucking drop! Matt's seed! What a treat! Thick as molasses, I'll bet. You know, molasses makes me think of my basic training days in Georgia. Gorgeous, strapping young black guys on the base everywhere you looked. Glistening skin, shimmering like silk. Very hunky, too. Massive pecs, thighs, and biceps. The stuff of wet dreams. Swagger and confidence. Muscled asses. Give me a whiff of that musk, man! And where'd they get those sinewy builds? I stole a lot of looks at their bulging crotches, that's for sure. Love it when you can track the dick head down the leg of the guy's pants. So sexy to be coolly studying the contour of his cock after luring him into a perfectly normal conversation. He's got no clue, see, because I'm functioning on multiple levels. I was always a few steps ahead of these stupid lugs. Big dicks, yes, but I've got the brains. All you have to do is turn the talk to sex and wait until your mark starts to twitch. Because he's going to twitch, and that's what you're after. He's away from his girl and the hornier he is, the sooner it's gonna happen. Then, when he starts to chub up, point it out to him, jokingly, man-to-man like, and usually he'll grab himself and make a show of what he's got. For some reason, I get really excited whenever a guy manhandles his own dick. Like he's got a special touch all his own. It's almost queer, and, without realizing it, he kind of shows you what he's got. That's so hot. So intimate! And you know, if the setting's right, you might be able to get him to drop his trousers and jack off, right then and there. I'm telling you, you'd be surprised how desperate guys get in training and what they'll do to swipe a quick nut. Of course, all those guys looked up to me. In their eyes, I was a god. No wonder! It was pretty obvious even then that I was going places, destined for big things, major promotions, and, given my attitude and physique, there was plenty of pussy in store. Square-jawed, broad-shouldered, goodlooking, easy charm, brilliant mind, and straight as an arrow, I've got it all. A born leader. And those recruits knew it. I've always stood out as officer material! Nothing less. So go on, goons, eat my dust! "Fuck yes, man!" That was Matt again, overheating and about to lose his shit. He was bellowing and looked insane, his features distorted into an alarming grimace, arms thrown into the air, fists clenched. Sweat poured across his pert nippled pecs. Let me lap it up, man! Such a hot stud! Then, in one brutal lurch, his hips rammed against my ass, and he stood still, head thrown back, emptying himself far up into my guts. I was right about his nuts being fully loaded. You know, there's something about a nice beefy set of nuts, the massive wrecking ball variety, I mean. They never fail to catch the eye. To make a big impression! Mesmerizing! Of course, they say testicle size has no bearing on the volume of ejaculate. Some guys just have greater capacity, that's all, particularly if they've been abstinent, imagine!, and the greater the volume, the greater the distance it travels. That's what they say and it sounds good to me but I'm telling you, when you see a heavy sack in the flesh, you just want to grab it and shove those motherfuckers in your mouth! So manly! Matt pulled out. I lowered my hips to the floor and stared at him standing over me, his hands now at his waist. He avoided my gaze, looking instead from side to side at his mates. Hard to say what he might be thinking. His dick swayed, slimy and heavy, as if somehow having sex had weighted it down. A trail of spooge dangled from the tip, the piss slit still gaping. I figured he wasn't really up for another go at it so I turned my attention to the other guys. There were about a dozen of them, naked or at least with their dicks out, intently beating off or casually stroking. Great guys! Just look at them. A lineup of one sexy stud after the other. You know, if you were a faggot, these are the kind of guys who would turn you into a little sissy slut in no time. Just take a look at those dicks! Heavy equipment for sure! Stiff rods, flared out mushroom heads. Love it when the meatus is wide open. Why do they call it a meatus? Sounds like some pansy gave it that name and not a proper anatomist. "Permission to jizz in your faggot mouth, Sarge!" Who said that? A tall black guy, sassy smile lighting up his face, totally naked, engorged cock in hand, swaggered toward me. Stunning teeth! Where'd he come from? He was already on the brink. "That's right, Sid," some guy quipped, "sweet talk her," and all the guys tittered. I was stupified by the rippling musculature on the approaching brute. His prominent ballsack swung from side to side. Wave the white flag, man! This guy wins the contest. As he squatted down I could smell the male stink from his unwashed chassis. Now why would that excite me? Marvelous thighs on the guy, by the way! I opened my mouth, fully extended my jaw. Wouldn't want to miss a drop. And then he exploded. Bitter, sour, pungent, acidic. So much flavor! What does this guy eat? He's a pretty good shot, too, and there was lots of it. Most of it peppered my tongue and tonsils, a few salvos spewed across my face. I swallowed as the guys jeere Taking Down Sergeant Malta Chapter 17, Part 3 What's up, Vince?" I parried. He was sporting a substantial dick, and it was plumping up nicely. Looked like a real mouthful and naturally I was kind of hypnotized by it. Anybody would be. "You wanna shove that thing up my butthole, buddy?" I ventured. He took a few steps towards me, his luscious balls bouncing against his legs, and when he was standing at my feet I raised my hips, grabbed the back of my thighs, and flipped my ass so that my wet pucker was lifted to his gaze. Some bubbly spooge gurgled out, forming a rivulet I could feel snaking across my nut sack. "Sheesh, Malta," he said, "you really are a freak." He punctuated his assessment with a giant wad of spittle that plopped on my left buttock. I couldn't help wondering how it would taste. I wanted to ask him for a mouthful but he seemed disgusted so I held back. He was shaking his head and just stood there, staring at my upturned undercarriage, now spattered and raw. He rolled his eyes. Was my puffy pink chasm not to his liking? At close range, did the pleasure hole of a real man register as a shock to his system? Mr. Prim! Who would have guessed? Maybe he'd never seen anything quite like it before. So sheltered! Unbelievable! What are we teaching our children? All at once, it crossed my mind that Vince was probably one of those pretty boys beloved by his Italian mother. Coddled at home like a little prince when he should have been prowling around outdoors, in a dark alley, pummeling his mates or at least smashing a few windows. We've gotta make men out of these kids! Instead, he was almost certainly an altar boy at the local Pray & Prey House of Worship-- oh, yes!--hosting more priestly appendages up his ass than hairs on his pubes. Bitter and full of resentment, that's my guess. Put off by a few years of sacerdotal dicking. What a wimp! Grab life like a red-blooded American, man! Grow up, for God's sake. Who hasn't had an occasional stiff dick up his ass? Big effing deal! Sure doesn't turn you into a faggot. Look no further, gentlemen! Anyhow, despite his "delicate" instincts, I was pleased to see that Vince was chubbing up. Sex will out, as they say. No question about it; he was practically erect, his purple majesty now almost fully protruded from its sheath. A sight to behold. So mysterious. Funny, I never get tired of looking at a boner and couldn't take my eyes off of it. It jerked fitfully up and down outside of his control and I felt an overwhelming longing to have it plunged inside my body. Maybe it was the "perversion" itself that was turning him on, goading him forward. Maybe, after all, Vince was actually queer. A faggot! One of those "really good" boys but "bad" men make him do "bad" things. So pathetic. Whatever it was, he seemed shell-shocked, not knowing what to do next. I'm telling you, this is what often besets a man when he has had no situational conflict training! He loses sight of the mission. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: enlist now, boys, or this could be your future! At last someone to the right of me seized the moment. "Hey Vince, you gonna fuck it or not?" That was Matt. I recognized his deep voice. Very sexy young stud. I've had my eye on him, and his beguiling bulge, since he started coming to the gym. Hunky jock. Assertive. Cocksure. Swiveling hips. Long, slightly bowed legs, huge feet, all muscle and bone. Matt would be a great fuck! Yes, indeed. Maybe Vince should go jump in a lake, and take his precious sausage and tender sensibilities with him. I was getting sick and tired of his hemming and hawing. I hated to think how such a tender heart would fare on a battlefield. "A bitch is a bitch, man, pussy's pussy," Matt sagely opined, looking sideways at Vince. "You've got that right, Matt," I said, spinning on my sweaty back and now aiming my manly orifice in his direction. He was beating his cock and it was a real gem. Rigid, thick, and already leaking, with a great fleshy head on it. My kind of lad! Old farts (the military is full of them) grouse endlessly about today's youth, but look here: that piece of meat jutting from Matt's loins, that represents America's future right there. What could hold more promise? Tell me that's not something worth fighting for! "Come on, Matt, shove it in," I cooed. "Make yourself at home, son!" To start the ball rolling, as it were, I treated him to my brightest smile and pulled my knees farther apart. The air was heavy with the tangy scent of anal sex and semen, the room abuzz with expectation and fitful laughter. They were all such great guys! "Yeah, Matt, fuck the faggot's guts!" "Her cunt's begging for it, Matty." "Put her out of her misery, man!" You know, and I'm probably speaking for every career soldier, this level of male energy may be the most electrifying force on the planet. What joy, what a thrill to breathe this spirit and to feel it running hot in your blood. Cock, dick, and more cock. Yards of it. Manholes, sweaty and hairy. Armpits, dark and piquant. Veins, muscles, stiff nips, balls primed and ready to fire. If man is the measure of all things, what could rank higher than this? "Just fuck the jissom out of me, son!" My voice rang out loudly in the locker room. "Is that an order, Sir?" Oh, Matt was a sly one. A real joker! A sneer stretched across his lips. So butch! I was about ready to cream on the spot. "Bet your life it is, soldier," I countered, "on the double!" But Matt was already making his move. Like Vince, he spat a well-aimed wad. So sexy! I felt it slop onto my hole and slither before he thumbed it in. A little recon, greasing the way for the big gun. Prudent lad! Of course, my hole, already seasoned to a fare-thee-well, was hardly in need of prepping. Matt was going to slide right in, no doubt about it, the gate to paradise wide open and the tunnel slick with seed. "That's a pretty nasty snatch, Malta," he declared, furrowing his brow. Then, in one swift motion, his rubbery dickhead squished through and in no time he'd hit bottom. Male reproductive fluids-- no better lube product on offer. Nope, it's all right there in the master plan. The dick and nuts bring to the theater of operations, if you will, everything they're going to need to get the job done. Tight and very efficient, just the way we like it. A well-oiled fucking machine. Once he'd pushed in, Matt started pumping with zeal. I mean, really going at it, good steady pelvic thrusts, his muscled loins hitting hard between my thighs and cheeks. Very talented kid! I tried to catch his gaze but he averted his eyes. Visualizing some dumb bitch with big swinging tits, no doubt. What an asshole! "Fucking you like a woman, Malta!" he hissed, breathing deeply and looking off into the distance. Yeah, just like a woman, I thought, my nuts loose and floppy, dick hard as steel and jerking fore and aft with each of his lunges. To be a woman! Right! Huge tits sticking straight out, defying gravity, juicy cunt. Pull off my bra, nipples like stiff fingers, itching to be mauled, sucked, and chomped on by some slobbering maniac crazy to get his nuts off! Peel down my panties, pink gash gushing wet, clit twitching! How would that feel, huh? And if being stuffed with cock in one hole feels fantastic, what if you had two holes down there? How would that feel? Two tight foxholes, both of them plugged, battered, stretched? And a hot cock down your gullet at the same time. Why not? The trifecta. Bitches have no idea how lucky they are! To be taking three cocks at once. Just unbelievable! To tell you the truth, though, in the grand scheme of things, Matt was nothing more than a weed, an invasive weed. Fast growing and aggressive. No brains. Zero finesse. A very common commodity. Plant it anywhere and it grows. Rip it out and another takes its place. Completely interchangeable. In no way was he a candidate for officer's training! His big, nasty root was the only thing he had going for him, stupid schmuck. It certainly was the only thing I cared about. Cock, balls, jizz. Cock, balls, jizz. Shut up and just make me spooge, man! Meanwhile, believe it or not, I kept noticing Vince wandering around, stroking his hard, handsome penis, and now that Matt was going at it full tilt Vince had come back to get a good look. He came in close and stood with his feet straddling my head. What a jackass! So indecisive! Perhaps he finally realized what he was missing. No doubt Matt's rowdy enthusiasm for a little harmless fun had piqued his interest. Still, wishy-washy bloke that he may be, I'll say this, Vince has got a gorgeous gaggle of endowments hanging between his legs. The boy won the genitalia lottery for sure. A long, burly slab of dick meat, crowned with a plushy glans like the head of an angry viper, ready to strike, a glob of pre-cum sparkling at the meatus, and a comely pair of plump nuts, perfectly shaped ovoids in a fine, crinkly leather pouch drawn down and swaying suggestively between his muscled thighs. From my point of view, he looked about ready to pop. All the guys were grouped around us, beating their dicks and spouting juvenile sex talk. "Go for it, Vince!" someone shouted and then, all at once, to my surprise, he pivoted, lowered himself, and kneeled across my chest, his cock grazing my lips. I could feel his ass hairs tickling me below my neck. Boner! If you're a meat eater, as I am, you like it all, but you still appreciate the difference between real quality and all the rest, and Vince's meat was U.S. prime. I give him that. A very fancy morsel and richly veined! Of course, he didn't know what to do with it (had no one ever sucked this kid off?) but that didn't matter. Instinct takes over. The animal brain. You've gotta love it. At first, he couldn't even get the behemoth angled properly. No imagination! And besides, it was so damned hard it just wouldn't flex, like a lever that had gotten stuck. I lined it up for him, though, and managed to guide him in. Lifting my head and using every muscle I could muster, I gobbled him down until I felt his dickhead knocking against the back of my throat, my own dick so stiff it ached. The boy couldn't think to do much of anything so I put on a real show for him. Lips, tongue, glottal contractions, I deployed every trick in the book and, sure enough, he kept feeding it to me, his heavy nuts beating rhythmically against my chin. "Cocksucking faggot much, Malta!" someone called out. Okay! Finally! Yeah! Here we go! All the way in at both ends. Bull dicked! Feel like such a hot bitch! Just a pair of fuck holes for these two studs. But not for long. As it turns out, Vince's appendage was set on a hair-trigger. Of course! I might have known! He was bound to be a premature ejaculator. No stamina! What a nitwit! Still, no reason not to make the most of it. I loved the way he was mindlessly stabbing his glans into my throat, as if I were some sort of appliance. And he flailed away, totally indifferent to my uncontrollable gagging and the saliva, spit, bile, and mucous his jabs were bringing up. I could feel trickles of this stuff mucking its way toward my ears and across my neck. So nasty! And then, all too soon, his entire body went stiff and he began unloading his incontinent nuts. Into the deep, a direct dump into the esophagus, I could feel it making its lewd descent into my belly. No doubt, a momentous discharge. Wish I'd gotten at least a taste of it. Maybe on the rebound. Even so, after the spasms subsided, Vince's dick stayed engorged and he kept it sunk all the way to the back of my throat, though he had ceased thrashing about. Exhausted, probably. Hadn't had a jizz in recent memory, I'd guess. And it must have just dawned on him that, caught up in the moment, he'd gone involuntary and shot his spooge with all his gym buddies as his audience. I knew the kid was a homo! Couldn't resist a real man and now he looks so embarrassed about it. "Fucking queer, Malta!" he said, pulling himself together. Yeah, I' m the queer one. What a laugh! This is what we call projection. He stood up, shook his heavy dick, and walked off in the direction of the showers. I ask myself, what is it with this dumb fruit? Going straight to the showers! To thine own self be true, Vince, I thought. Can't wash away the queer, son! But what a great ass on the kid! If I could just get a whiff! Meanwhile, Matt was building speed in my nether spot. All the while I'd been feeling him deep, thick and very deep, and now I was getting shaky, unhinged, like a loose cannon. Something big was about to go kablooey. It came on slowly, steadily, then all at once. Point of no return. A 10 on the sphincter scale! "Yes, oh shit," I bleated, "I'm fucking cumming!" What do they feed kids these days? This stupid punk was getting me off hands-free. As if I were some common slut and not a sergeant in the US Army! Pearly jizz erupted from my flailing dick, splashing on my face and in my hair. I got a good bleachy bit in my mouth, enough to sear my tongue and constrict my throat. Made my eyes water! What a turn-on. Such a healthy load! Such a powerful projectile! Am I all-man or what? Meanwhile, mighty Matt was going for broke, flinging sweat from his forehead, chin, and chest with every thrust. Each time he pulled back I got a nice gander at his promising set of nuts, pitching ponderously and so big they looked painful. Jeez! I wondered what he was packing. I imagined a pint of scorching man-seed flooding my hole and spilling out like ropy syrup. Oh, I'd lick it up, man! Every fucking drop! Matt's seed! What a treat! Thick as molasses, I'll bet. You know, molasses makes me think of my basic training days in Georgia. Gorgeous, strapping young black guys on the base everywhere you looked. Glistening skin, shimmering like silk. Very hunky, too. Massive pecs, thighs, and biceps. The stuff of wet dreams. Swagger and confidence. Muscled asses. Give me a whiff of that musk, man! And where'd they get those sinewy builds? I stole a lot of looks at their bulging crotches, that's for sure. Love it when you can track the dick head down the leg of the guy's pants. So sexy to be coolly studying the contour of his cock after luring him into a perfectly normal conversation. He's got no clue, see, because I'm functioning on multiple levels. I was always a few steps ahead of these stupid lugs. Big dicks, yes, but I've got the brains. All you have to do is turn the talk to sex and wait until your mark starts to twitch. Because he's going to twitch, and that's what you're after. He's away from his girl and the hornier he is, the sooner it's gonna happen. Then, when he starts to chub up, point it out to him, jokingly, man-to-man like, and usually he'll grab himself and make a show of what he's got. For some reason, I get really excited whenever a guy manhandles his own dick. Like he's got a special touch all his own. It's almost queer, and, without realizing it, he kind of shows you what he's got. That's so hot. So intimate! And you know, if the setting's right, you might be able to get him to drop his trousers and jack off, right then and there. I'm telling you, you'd be surprised how desperate guys get in training and what they'll do to swipe a quick nut. Of course, all those guys looked up to me. In their eyes, I was a god. No wonder! It was pretty obvious even then that I was going places, destined for big things, major promotions, and, given my attitude and physique, there was plenty of pussy in store. Square-jawed, broad-shouldered, goodlooking, easy charm, brilliant mind, and straight as an arrow, I've got it all. A born leader. And those recruits knew it. I've always stood out as officer material! Nothing less. So go on, goons, eat my dust! "Fuck yes, man!" That was Matt again, overheating and about to lose his shit. He was bellowing and looked insane, his features distorted into an alarming grimace, arms thrown into the air, fists clenched. Sweat poured across his pert nippled pecs. Let me lap it up, man! Such a hot stud! Then, in one brutal lurch, his hips rammed against my ass, and he stood still, head thrown back, emptying himself far up into my guts. I was right about his nuts being fully loaded. You know, there's something about a nice beefy set of nuts, the massive wrecking ball variety, I mean. They never fail to catch the eye. To make a big impression! Mesmerizing! Of course, they say testicle size has no bearing on the volume of ejaculate. Some guys just have greater capacity, that's all, particularly if they've been abstinent, imagine!, and the greater the volume, the greater the distance it travels. That's what they say and it sounds good to me but I'm telling you, when you see a heavy sack in the flesh, you just want to grab it and shove those motherfuckers in your mouth! So manly! Matt pulled out. I lowered my hips to the floor and stared at him standing over me, his hands now at his waist. He avoided my gaze, looking instead from side to side at his mates. Hard to say what he might be thinking. His dick swayed, slimy and heavy, as if somehow having sex had weighted it down. A trail of spooge dangled from the tip, the piss slit still gaping. I figured he wasn't really up for another go at it so I turned my attention to the other guys. There were about a dozen of them, naked or at least with their dicks out, intently beating off or casually stroking. Great guys! Just look at them. A lineup of one sexy stud after the other. You know, if you were a faggot, these are the kind of guys who would turn you into a little sissy slut in no time. Just take a look at those dicks! Heavy equipment for sure! Stiff rods, flared out mushroom heads. Love it when the meatus is wide open. Why do they call it a meatus? Sounds like some pansy gave it that name and not a proper anatomist. "Permission to jizz in your faggot mouth, Sarge" Who said that? A tall black guy, sassy smile on his face, totally naked, engorged cock in hand, swaggered toward me. Where'd he come from? He was already on the brink. "That's right, Sid," some guy quipped, "sweet talk her," and all the guys tittered. I was stupified by the rippling musculature on the approaching brute. His prominent ballsack swung from side to side. Wave the white flag, man! This guy wins the contest. As he squatted down I could smell the male stink from his unwashed chassis. Now why would that excite me? Marvelous thighs on the guy, by the way! I opened my mouth, fully extended my jaw. Wouldn't want to miss a drop. And then he exploded. Bitter, sour, pungent, acidic. So much flavor! What does this guy eat? He's a pretty good shot, too, and there was lots of it. Most of it peppered my tongue and tonsils, a few salvos spewed across my face. I swallowed as the guys jeered. Other guys are pressing forward now, coming in close, within range, cumtanks primed, loaded, and ready to pop. Cockheads swollen and about to squirt. Here comes a hefty blast, scattershot and off the mark. Jizz sprays down on my chin and neck, a few dollops landing just south of my waiting maw. Before he's done, another guy fires, strafing my lips and cheek. Must be in my hair, too. Tastes so good, buddy! Slithers down like oysters. Globs of it. Clammy. Smutty. They're all shooting now, one after the other, drenching me in the stuff. Male lust. Heat. I'm hard again, nuts tight against my body, dick stiff and throbbing. This is the life, man. It's all about dick. Dick. That's it in a nutshell, so to speak. These fucking asshole runts. To me personally, a man of my stature, they mean nothing! A distinguished military career, a family man, I tower above them, absolutely out of their league. You could even say I'm doing them a giant favor by patronizing this place. But why not be expansive? After all, these guys are in such terrific shape, nice-looking, eager to have a good time, relax, enjoy themselves, get stiff, spill a round or two of spunk. Like life in the barracks. So convivial! After hours, guys barely dressed, lolling around bare-chested, stripped down to their drawers and skivvies. With patience and a little luck you catch some very fine dick hanging out. Some nice asses too. Besides, young studs are only one degree removed from bulls in rut. It's so true. I should know! They're all balled up. Desperate to exorcise their nuts, as it were. Expel the demon seed. Oh, jeez, there's another juicy volley. Sharp and briny across my tongue. Stings the back of my throat. Highly active gonads on these pups, that's for sure. And thank you, boys, for your service! Yeah, gyms are great but I really love lavatories too. What's not to like? And the seedier the better! Dingy lighting, stench of urine, guys in a row, pants down, dicks out, pissing like crazy, making a splash, guys on the crapper, stall doors wide open. Not to mention the graffiti! Unbelievable! Nothing else like it. The nastiest come-ons and dirty drawings you can imagine. I mean, so sleazy you get instantly hard just looking at it. Leave it to the fucking faggots to come up with this kind of filth. Completely disgusting. The lowest of the low! Ah, direct hit. Smack in my eye and up my nostril. Now I'm actually breathing this stuff, choking on it. Coated inside and out. So sticky! How I dig these dicks! Making me wet for another hot fuck. More guys keep coming in. New faces, fresh loins! Yeah, go ahead, boys, blow your beans all over my body. Let me have it. Don't hold back. Come on, another mouthful. Yeah, just like that! Drag your sweaty nuts across my face, son. Give me the full smear and stink. Uh-huh. That's it. Nice. Sweet hairy hole, buddy. How `bout I give it a lick, huh? You like that? Want me to keep at it, man? Huh, that what you want, you fucking queer? Gonna show him how a real man handles himself. Want a tongue up there, man? A good suck-off? `Cuz I'll do it, man. I'll do it. Yes, I say, yes I will, yes. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-institute-series/the-dominant.html | The Institute: The Dominant
In the meantime, every Slut in Alex's group had met his or her Dominant. Just Alex not yet. He looked a bit lost. Beau, who let his Dominant touch his leathered butt while cooing loudly. He noticed the lonely Alex and broke away from his Stud to join Alex.
"Come on! Your Stud will probably come soon," Beau tried to cheer Alex up. "And otherwise I have my old Alex back: a hot dominant guy"
Alex laughed and asked, "Can you get us something to drink?"
Alex stared dreamily into nothing, imagining what his Dominant would look like. He was rudely interrupted in his reverie when he felt a warm breath on his neck and a hand groping his ass. There was someone behind him.
"Ah, here is finally my own slut," said a young boy's voice in his ear.
"Uh, Jordy, dude, have you finally found your match?!" Luke shouted from further away.
Alex turned around and came face to face with a much younger and slightly smaller version of Luuk. The kid looked good, his full leather outfit looked really hot. But Jordy lacked something his older brother had: the stoic, authoritarian aura that made Alex weak in the knees. Instead, there was mostly swagger. Alex couldn't possibly submit to this brat, right? Alex looked at the number on the button the boy was wearing: a blue 111, the same as his red 111. So it was indeed his match, his Dominant assigned by the Algorithm.
His old fears surfaced again and panic tightened his throat. "Air, I need air!" Alex thought and ran out the nearest door.
Beau watched in amazement with drinks in his hands and followed Alex outside.
"You can't do this!" Beau admonished Alex.
"How could I ever submit to such a brat?" Alex asked aggrievedly.
Beau pointed to a low wall "Sit down and calm down"
When Alex had sat down, Beau took a seat next to him and gently stroked his arm: "He's a very sexy guy."
"Yes, that's true," Alex admitted, "but he's so direct and so banal. I'm not having it."
- "The Algorithm has not been wrong so far. When I look at your assessment, Jordy has everything you could want in a Stud: young, tough and Dominant."
"It's all true, that does make me hot. Yet..."
- "I think it's your pride that's getting in the way here. You're too proud to submit to a boy younger than you. I think you would have submitted to his older brother three times already if he would let you. Which, by the way, he doesn't do."
"Yes, but Luuk has that calm authoritarian attitude Jordy doesn't have that"
- "The only thing Jordy doesn't have is Luuk's unavailability. That makes Luuk so safe for you to swoon over. It'll never amount to anything anyway. Jordy, on the other hand, can give you what you really desire. But no, you didn't give that boy any chance. Give the guy a fair chance. Don't stand in the way of your own happiness!"
After that sermon, Beau strode back inside muttering "hopeless."
Alex reflected on everything that happened. Then turned his gaze to look what was happening inside the building. There he saw how upset Jordy was. His older brother had his hands on his little brother's shoulders and was talking to him. Jordy visibly calmed down and straightened his back again.
Luuk now walked outside with angry steps, towards Alex. He towered over the sitting boy, looking very angry with his arms folded. It looked very intimidating.
"I'm really pissed off at you Alex de Groot. You publicly humiliated my little brother. I won't accept that."
- "Yes but.."
"No `buts'. I'm tired of your games"
"But listen Luuk, you are usually so calm and confident, your brother was all swagger. I don't know if I can do this Luuk".
Luuk's facial expression softened slightly when he decided to take a different tack. He took a seat next to Alex."
"Jordy was just a bit enthusiastic. He had to wait so long for a match. If the Algorithm assigns Jordy to you as your Dominant, you can rest assured that Jordy can give you what you need, what you deserve, what you desire."
Alex looked a little unsure.
"I assure you that Jordy is the calm and controlled Dominant you desire. No matter how young he is."
Alex still looked a little unsure.
"Do you actually still want to be submissive, Alex?"
- "Yes, very much indeed.."
"But?"
- "I'm hot for you."
"I can't offer you anything in that regard. My little brother has a lot to offer you. How do you actually imagine your submission? You're hot for me. Let's imagine for a moment that I would be your Dominant. How do you envision that?"
- "Errmm, I'm actually afraid to say that out loud"
"That's one of the problems. But I know your assessment. I can tell you what you would like"
Luuk thought for a moment.
"Do you want to crawl for me?"
- "Yes sir"
"Call me Master"
- "Yes Master
"Do you want to lick my boots"
- "Yes Master
"Do you want me to spank you now?"
- "Yes Master
"Do you want to suck me?"
- "Oh yes Master"
"See, you can express your desires. But you know I won't let you crawl. My brother, on the other hand, WILL make you crawl. I just think you're too cowardly. I ask you again, do you really want to be submissive?"
Alex was insecure, but this little role-play had turned him on.
- "I would love to, but"
"No buts, you indicate that you want to be submissive. Then be submissive. Jordy does know how to handle you."
Luuk felt his crotch with his right hand.
"I'll tell you what I want. I want to be able to fuck Tessa undisturbed tonight. That's not possible with a cranky cock-blocked brother next to me. What I want is for you to be fucked hard by my brother tonight as he lets you scream like the slut that you are"
Alex felt his cock throbbing in his tight pants after this sex talk from Luuk.
"Ah, good, I see my pep talk warmed you up. Realise that you can have all of this, tonight. If you really want that"
Luke took a deep breath.
"During the assessment, you asked me to spank your ass. That would supposedly help to break through your blockages. I thought that was nonsense at first, but now I think that if you get a spanking from the right Dominant boy, it could indeed work. I believe Jordy is the right Dominant boy."
"I just spoke to Jordy. I convinced him that a spanking on your bare ass could significantly improve your behaviour. He is willing to take you back as his submissive if you go in now and apologise to Jordy. Then you'll humbly ask Jordy for a spanking on your bare ass. Maybe Jordy will give you another chance. If you're lucky, you'll go over Jordy's knee for a very harsh spanking. In front of everyone present."
"Publicly?" Alex asked anxiously.
"Yes publicly. You publicly humiliated my brother, so you will also have to be publicly humiliated."
Luuk's expression softened when he looked into Alex's scared eyes. He put an arm around the boy's shoulder.
"You should see this as a rare opportunity to break through your blockage. Put your pride aside. Go inside. Apologise to Jordy, ask him for a spanking and accept the spanking. Deep down you know very well that you deserve that spanking. You know you need it. You know you long for it."
Luuk looked silently into Alex's eyes.
"And who knows, you might break through your blockage and submit to Jordy. Then you finally arrive at that part of yourself that you have been looking for for so long."
Luuk looked at his watch.
"That, or the other option I have for you. I ordered an Uber. He'll be here in ten minutes. You can then leave quietly. But if you choose to do so, the Institute is over for you. I never want to see you again. That's your choice. Is that clear?"
- "Yes Luuk"
"Okay, I'll see you in ten minutes inside, or never again."
Alex is left behind in despair. Inside, Jordy is standing by the window. He stood with his arms crossed. He peered outside with a serious look on his face, but probably couldn't see much, it was dark. Alex could see Jordy clearly from the dark. He looked so stern and serious and also so sexy...
Just like before, during the assessment with Luuk, he had a vision of himself lying over Luuk's knee to receive a spanking. But this time he saw himself over Jordy's knee, not Luuk's. This time it really could happen. It would not remain a dream, like with Luuk. It would be real.
The thought made his fear return, but the same thought also made his cock stiffen.
There was little time left. "Let me follow my dick's advice this time," Alex thought and walked inside.
The room fell silent when Alex entered. Jordy was still standing near the window. He looked sternly at Alex. He walked silently to a wide sofa placed on a small stage. Jordy sat in the middle seat. His legs open wide, his arms crossed. He still looked sternly at Alex.
"He looks so tough and hot like that," Alex thought, but he also found it frightening. He managed to turn his feelings of fear into excitement. He didn't know what to do exactly. He shuffled towards the sofa with his head bowed. When he arrived at the sofa, he knelt at Jordy's feet.
"Jordy, you were my rightfully Algorithm-assigned Dominant and I failed you. I humiliated you in front of the entire community and you don't deserve that. For that, I sincerely apologise."
"I accept your apology," Jordy says measuredly. "As a Dominant, I deserve respect, even though I am younger than you."
"Yes Sir"
Alex's cock swelled further at the feelings of submission to Jordy. Previously he felt uncomfortable with these feelings for Luuk, but now he felt free to lose himself in his submissiveness. It had even become a necessity now, he deeply desired that Jordy would accept him as his submissive again.
"I know that I no longer deserve to be Your submissive. Still, I would like to ask You to give me a chance to do penance. I'm so ashamed of what I did to you, I think I need a good spanking on my bare ass. Would you like to spank my bare ass here and now, Sir?"
"I will decide whether you deserve to be my submissive or not, Alex," Jordy said sternly.
Jordy patted his leather-clad legs and said curtly, "Pants down and over the knee!"
When Alex pulled down his pants, his stiff cock fluttered out. When he draped himself over Jordy's lap, Jordy caressed his buttocks surprisingly tenderly. Jordy grabbed Alex's stiff cock and positioned it for easy access.
"That's a plus for you, slut: a stiff cock when you go over a Dominant's knee for a spanking is a compliment to the Dominant"
Jordy teasingly stroked Alex's cock, which was already leaking precum, Alex moaned softly. Then came the hits on his buttocks. Alex was grateful that Jordy built up the spanking slowly. At that moment the spanking felt wonderful. He felt a pleasantly warm glow in his buttocks. If Jordy was really angry, this sensual spanking did not show it. The fact that the spanking was public was not actually a humiliation, after all, he was among more or less like-minded people. He saw people watching with fascination as he received his spanking. Beau's Dominant looked mesmerized at the scene on the sofa while he was already slapping Beau's leather-clad ass, who willingly held out his ass to the dominant boy.
Jordy whispered in Alex's ear "I'm going to step up the spanking Alex". The blows became more intense. The spanking became unpleasant. "I have to persevere," Alex thought. The intensity of the beating became more and more intense. It hurt more and more. His body started to resist. He squirmed over Jordy's lap.
Jordy paused the spanking for a moment, gently caressed Alex's glowing buttocks and whispered something in Alex's ear again: "Try to relax." Jordy pulled his finger through Alex's ass crack. A shiver ran through Alex. "Submit yourself to me," Jordy whispered in Alex's ear. Jordy saw how Alex's cock became stiff again after his last words.
Jordy really gave a good beating. It hurt a lot, but Alex repeated a mantra in his head "I submit to Jordy". The blows kept coming, but the mantra started working. The pain was replaced by a feeling of warmth and security. Alex had submitted to Jordy in body and mind. His body relaxed and he felt a blissful peace in his mind. He, Alex, didn't need anything anymore, he could leave everything to Jordy. Jordy was the boss, Jordy decided.
Jordy saw the trance Alex was in. He had successfully broken the ego of the proud and tough boy. He had freed Alex so that Alex could be who he really was: a boy who could submit to Jordy, free to sexually serve the 18-year-old boy.
Jordy helped Alex off his lap. Jordy sat down with his legs apart again and pointed to the spot between his legs,
"Kneel before me"
"Alex, I have decided to take you back as my submissive. As a sign of respect, you must from now on address me as 'Master'"
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master"
Alex's cock became stiff again.
"I see that you appreciate our new level of formality. As a reward, you may suck my cock"
Jordy took his well-sized cock out of his leather pants. The thick pleasure rod was fully erect and some precum was already leaking out.
Alex took his Master's cock into his mouth. He perceived all smells and tastes intensely. The smell of the leather of Jordy's pants. The wonderfully salty taste of the precum. And then the smell in Jordy's crotch. It was the same smell that made him so horny during the assessment. It was the scent of his Master. The Algorithm had led him to where he needed to be: here kneeling in front of his young Master, with a red spanked ass, while he was sucking the Dominant boy's delicious cock. This was his ultimate fantasy, which he had previously confessed to Tess. It was no longer a fantasy, it was reality.
Alex had lost all sense of time and space. This was a timeless moment of gratitude and submission. The universe had narrowed down to just his Master's cock and the pleasure the thick sucking rod gave him. Alex could also afford to lose himself in this state of bliss: after all, Jordy was in control of everything.
Jordy looked satisfied at the end result of his efforts. The once proud, tough and dominant boy now sat meekly on his knees giving him a blow job, in front of the entire community. The humiliation of the debacle earlier that evening had completely disappeared. In fact, upon his debut at the Institute meetings, he firmly established his Dominance and Authority, despite his youth.
. Jordy had tamed the tough, stubborn Alex and made him his slut. What the Algorithm had presented him with had been quite a challenge. But it had been worth it. It was easy enough to dominate ordinary twink sluts. But this boy turned him on much more: a masculine, tough boy who wanted to be submissive and a little more feminine for him.
It had taken some effort to get Alex to do this. But he had succeeded. Well, to be fair, with the necessary help from his brother Luuk.
That reminded him of his responsibility as a Dominant. Alex was sucking him with dedication and his cock was already starting to throb. The evening was still young, and a lot had still to happen. It was important that he kept his head cool and his balls full of cum for the time being.
Jordy gently pushed Alex's head away from his cock.
"That's okay boy, you'll get more of this later."
For a moment, disappointment appeared in the eyes of the boy beneath him. But soon adoration appeared in his slut's eyes.
Alex was shocked when Jordy removed him from the only object that made up his universe at that moment: his Master's cock. Disappointed, he looked up at Jordy. His young Master's face was calm and controlled. Alex felt at that moment the same aura of subdued Dominance and Authority in Jordy that he had previously perceived in his Master's older brother, Luuk. Alex realized that he didn't need the unavailable Luuk at all. Jordy could give him everything he longed for. He looked up at Jordy with gratitude and admiration.
Jordy grabbed Alex by the chin and raised him up to rest his head on his shoulder so he could whisper another message into his submissive's ear:
"Now I can rightly, say to you: Ah, here is finally my OWN slut" |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully/farm-boy-kole-and-the-bully-20 | Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2023 17:03:55 -0500 From: [email protected] Subject: Farm Boy Kole and the Bully - Chapter 20 (Gay - Authoritarian, Rural) Don't forget to donate to at https://donate.nifty.org/ Disclaimer: This is a fictional story set in a fictional location. It's an on-going story of two young men, a farmer's boy and a bully, as their relationship develops. It had been a long work week Jake sure enjoyed having Kole work at the dealership -- and Jake had kept his promise he made to himself not to pick on Kole anymore -- and yes there was temptation but he resisted it. Because it was end of the month, they drove separately this Friday. Kole had left work about an hour before Jake and when Jake arrived home there was a note on the kitchen table to mee Kole in the barn. Kole walked out to the barn and opened the barn door. But he sure was not ready for what he saw inside. In the barn he saw Kole standing in the middle of the barn. Kole was wearing nothing but his black cowboy boots and a pair of red briefs. Kole was gagged and his hands tied behind his back. Oddly the first thing he though was why was Kole wearing red briefs when he always wore tight whities? Then the situation hit him hard. Who had tied up Kole? Was he OK? Jake ran toward Kole only to be told to stop. "Who`s there?" Jake asked, trying to not sound scared. That's when Brad (the lumberjack the guys had met at the barin the city some time back) stepped into view. Only today, Brad was dressed like a cowboy, complete with black hat. Brad obviously had plans for Jake as well as he was holding more rope, blue briefs, a some socks, and a butt plug. "Strip down and put your boots back on!" Brad commanded. Soon Jake was naked and pulled his black boots back on. Brad handed Jake the butt plug and a bottle of lube. "Shove this up your ass now, cowboy" Brad commanded. Though this butt plug was larger than any he'd used before. Jake complied after muttering "Yes Sir". Next Brad handed Jake the blue briefs which Jake then put on. Brad then commanded Jake to put his hands behind his back. Soon Brad had Jake's hands securely tied. Jake was impressed by how quickly and securely Brad had bound his wrists behind his back. Then to complete look (to match Kole), Brad gagged Jake with the socks. "I grabbed the two smelliest pairs of socks I could find in your laundry. Soon you two will be face to face and can compare your gags" said Brad. Then Brad walked Jake over to where Kole was standing. It was then that Jake saw there was obviously more to Brad's plan than simply tying them up. There were two ropes hanging down from the ceiling. "What the fuck is he going to do with us?" Jake wondered. Should he have fought rather than allowing himself to be tied up? How had Brad tracked them down? Jake was really afraid now, but yet his dick was rock hard. So was Kole's, Jake observed. Brad instructed Kole and Jake to face each other. Brad pulled out two tennis balls. Brad put one tennis ball in the back of Jake's briefs then took one of the ropes and wrapped the rope from the ceiling around Jake's briefs behind the tennis ball. By now, Jake was sure some type of wedgie was coming. Then Brad completed the same process for Jake. Brad then started cranking on the come along. Soon Jake felt his underwear creeping up his ass. He was sure Kole felt the same way. "The fun part begins now." Brad said. "You're wearing spandex briefs. They aren't going to rip. All they are going to do is keep your butt plugs shoved up your asses with a giant wedgie." Kole and Jake were now standing face to face, stomach to stomach, dick to dick. And each one could feel the other's hardness. "Don't get too comfortable" Brad said. Brad reached over and used the come along to lift the guys, underwear up more. Brad raised them slowly and the underwear continued to stretch, but soon enough both Kole's and Jake's boot heels were lifting off the ground. Jake felt the butt plug being shoved deep into his gut by the wedgie. He assumed Kole was butt plugged as well, but he didn't know for sure. Brad stopped lifting them when both were on their very tip toes. Jake's dick was grinding against Kole's as the ropes that lifted their underwear also kept them close against each other. As the guys were their on their very tiptoes, Brad announced "I'm going to fuck one of you. Whoever cums first gets to decide which one of you gets untied. And which one of you gets fucked." Just to make things interesting, Brad came over and started ticking the two bound and wedgied studs. Their dicks pounded against each other as they bounced up and down and writhed back and forth. Then Brad raised them yet again. Now only one of boys could keep their boots on the ground. Because they both weighed about the same, neither had an advantage on being the one on the ground. Jake felt his balls crushed by the wedgie, the underwear flossing his ass, and the butt plug firmly implanted. Just like Kole, Jake's dick head was now poking out above the underwear and getting a nice rubbing as the two struggled and bounded in their bondage wedgie. Jake was sure he was going to cum very soon -- but before that happened he heard moaning from the Kole's gagged mouth and Kole shot his load. "Damn it", Jake thought, "Now Kole's gonna be let loose and they'll both be punishing me.". Brad came over and removed Kole's sock gag. "It's your choice", Brad said to Kole, "I guess you'll want loose". To Jake's surprise, Kole said "Let Jake loose". Brad then re-gagged Kole and told Jake "I guess it's your lucky day!" |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-institute-series/the-sluts.html | The Institute: The Sluts
Luuk took Alex to the next room. As he led Alex into the room he said "I have a new slut here for you, tell him everything he needs to know."
To his astonishment, Alex saw Beau sitting behind a desk."
"Don't look so surprised Alex, you should have known I'm a Slut" said Beau.
- "This is all new to me"
"Relax man! It will be all right. Tess told me you would have an assessment. They asked me if I wanted to be your coach in case you chose the Sluts. To be honest, I wasn't counting on you going for the Sluts. I was convinced you were going to be a Stud. Now I have lost a bet with Tess, and unfortunately, an excellent Stud is being lost with you, I speak from experience."
-"You have to 'coach' me now?'" Alex asked, a bit incredulously.
"Of course dude! You have totally the wrong vibes for a Slut. You have a masculine appearance and you can really fuck excellently. But that doesn't help you at all here at the Sluts. I am faced with the impossible task of fine-tuning all of this."
- "Be careful, I'll put you over my knee again in a moment."
"I would like nothing more than that, but you just chose the Sluts and not the Studs. We will both have to suffer the consequences of that choice," Beau said with a smile to indicate that he did not mean it so seriously.
"You're right, I can learn a lot from a slut like you," Alex says with a wink.
"That's the spirit," Beau says, ignoring Alex' sardonic commentary.
"Let's start. First your assessment. As Luuk may have told you, members of the Institute are classified into a fetish group based on the results of the assessment, so that you mingle with like-minded people at meetings."
Beau clicks something on the computer next to him. "Let's see which group the system has assigned you to.... Where was that... ah here!", Beau's face lights up. "That's a coincidence! "The Leather pants and Spanking fetish group! That's my own group as well. Do you agree with this classification Alex?"
-"Yes, that's quite right"
"Fine. Every month the Institute organises meetings that last an entire weekend. The institute rents an entire resort, so we have free rein. On Friday evening there is the joint festive opening of the weekend, after which each fetish group goes to their own house."
- "Sounds good!"
"Yes, those meetings are really cool! You will see it. To make the meetings run really smoothly, the Institute pairs each Slut with his or her own Stud. This is done on the basis of the assessment. The Algorithm really works surprisingly well, you are matched with a dominant boy who really suits you. Because the match is so precise, it may take some time before you are assigned a Dominant. I only met mine at the last meeting. But it was worth the wait!"
- "I wonder if the system will ever find a suitable Dominant for me"
"We can take a look," said Beau, "Some Studs also have to wait until there is a suitable Slut for them. Maybe the system can immediately match you with a Dominant."
Beau is still messing around on his computer. "What the hell! Jeezes, Alex, you are so lucky! A match is waiting for you! Maybe you remember the sweaty smells during your assessment?"
- "Yes, most of it was very gross, but one of them made me really horny."
"Wow! That must have been the sweat smell from your match"
Beau looks a bit more serious: "Now there is little time. The next meeting is next weekend and then you will meet your Dominant. I have to get you ready in no time."
- "What kind of things need to be done?"
"Every Dominant boy may, when he joins the Studs, provide a list of demands he makes of his submissive. That's just the prerogative of the Dominant. Let's see what the list of your match asks of you. Oh, it's a match for a reason. You already meet most of the requirements. Do you have a full leather outfit?"
Alex nods yes.
"Check. Next item, oh we have to do something about that: Completely shaved from below. I know you're not, but I can help you with that"
- "You sacrifice yourself again"
"The only thing left is that I really need to make you look and act a little more feminine. This weekend you will be under my care boy, I am going to turn you into a real Slut."
- "Thank you Beau, I appreciate it."
It's Friday afternoon and soon the Sluts will gather to travel to the resort where the Institute meeting is taking place. Alex looks at himself in the mirror one last time. Beau really did a fantastic job. Alex really doesn't look effeminate. Even cool in his full leather outfit. But some fashion changes have been done very subtly: a beautiful new hairstyle with highlights, a necklace here, an earring there. His boots are a bit more elegant, with a slightly higher heel, which makes his butt stand out a bit more prominently. Beau also applied some makeup. Very subtle. Alex is satisfied and feels super sexy.
"Thank you Beau, you really did a fantastic job."
- "I am also proud of the result. Come on, we have to go!"
When they arrived at the meeting point, there was an exceptional variety of boys and girls, there was a cheerful atmosphere and a lot of laughing. It was a strange idea that everyone here was somehow submissive in one way or another. It gave Alex a feeling of connection and excitement.
Once they arrived, all Sluts were given a button with a red number on it. "You have to pin this on," said Beau. "The Studs also have a button like this, but with a blue number. The boy with the same number as you, but in blue, is your Dominant."
The Sluts walked to the central hall where the joint party would take place.
"The Sluts always come first," Beau said, "later the Dominants trickle in, who'll start looking for their submissive match, which gives a bit of a hunter/prey vibe to it all."
"Every fetish group has its own corner in the hall, let's find our 'Leather Pants and Spanking' corner'"
Beau, Tess and Alex, who were in that group, walked towards the BDSM part of the room. Along the way, they encountered all kinds of fetishes. They found their place, right next to the 'shorts and spanking' fetish group. Some boys and girls from the 'Leather Pants and Spanking' group were already present. All in leather of course.
A cute twink, dressed in red tight leather pants commented: "And now let's wait for our Dominants." The boy looked lasciviously at Alex and said "I hope they won't be too late, otherwise we'll just have to entertain each other."
Alex had to swallow hard, the kid was completely his type, if he had been here in the role of Dominant, he would certainly have made work of it. But Alex was determined to stay in his role as submissive.
"I'm here for the first time. I haven't met my Dominant yet. I'm a bit nervous. By the way, I'm Alex"
- "Good to meet you, Alex. I am Jerome. And while it's understandable to be nervous, there's no reason to worry. So far the Algorithm makes no mistakes. It matches you with a suitable Dominant for you personally. You bet he can handle you"
Jerome demonstratively rubbed his sexy ass while making a pained face, as if he still freshly remembered the previous encounter with his Dominant.
The first Dominant boys trickled into the hall. The sound of straws swishing against the fabric of shorts could already be heard from the "Short and Spanking' neighbours.
Luuk was the first of the Dominant boys from the 'Leather Pants and Spanking' group to enter. Luuk immediately walked up to Tess and placed his hand on her ass, claiming her, while he gave her a kiss.
Alex looked in astonishment: Luuk was dressed in full leather, irresistible, so sexy and dominant. Unfortunately, he was here for Tess. Alex was jealous, but then he realised that a Dominant boy was waiting just for him.
Alex was chatting with Beau, who was talking animatedly about his Dominant. Alex didn't notice that Luuk was walking towards him to greet him.
"Hello Alex, it's good to see you here," said Luuk. As Alex turned around, he offered his hand.
Luuk's sexy authoritarian aura was playing tricks on Alex again.
"Errmm. Hello Sir.. Er.. Luuk"
It was disturbing how difficult it was to normally reach his submissive feelings and how easily his submission bubbled up when he was near Luuk.
A slight grin danced shyly on Luuk's serious face.
"This weekend you will be able to indulge your submissive feelings to your heart's content Alex, just not with me"
- "But we're staying in the same house, right? Don't you think it's a problem that there are gay boys among them?"
"I'm used to it. My younger brother is gay. We often go on holiday together and share a hotel room. While I was fucking my conquest of the evening, he took care of the gay boy he had picked up that evening. Don't believe that any of those sluts would've lacked anything. I'm even a little proud of my brother. He upholds the family tradition: even though he is so young, he sure knows how to make his sluts crawl at his boots. I don't care if his sluts are boys."
- "So your brother is also Dominant, but a Dominant gay boy?"
"Yes, Jordy is also a Stud, if that is what you meant. Since his 18th birthday in August. As far as I know, he hasn't gotten a match yet, I'm not sure.
"What I do know for sure is that the gay slut who gets my little brother assigned to him as his Dominant, by the Algorithm, can consider himself very lucky. Jordy will have that boy slut purring with contentment, obediently on his knees before him in no time."
Alex had to swallow as he felt his dick swell in his pants.
"But hey," Luuk continued, "you're here. That means that there's a matching Stud for you! Congrats Alex. I wish you good luck exploring your submissiveness."
- "Thanks Luuk" |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-institute-series/the-assessment.html | The Institute: The Assessment
The foyer of the Institute for Sexual Synthesis was chic but businesslike. Alex, who had taken a seat on one of the chairs a while ago, was a bit nervous and tried to distract himself with his phone.
"Mr. De Groot? Mr. Kooistra will come and pick you up shortly," the receptionist informed Alex.
Shortly after this announcement, a tall, stately young man strode into the foyer with a sure step.
"You must be Alex," he said in a warm voice, as he walked towards Alex with his hand outstretched, "how nice that you could come." He shook hands with Alex firmly. "I am Luuk Kooistra".
"Errmm... Alex de Groot," Alex said, a little more uncertainly than he would have liked.
Alex took in the sight before him. He immediately understood why Tess had fallen head over heels for this boy. Long, handsome, dark blond hair in a modern but conservative hairstyle, bright blue serious eyes that looked out at the world from a long shaped, perfectly symmetrical face that, despite the warmth of his voice, was still a bit stern. Luuk Kooistra exuded a stoic kind of authority.
"Tess has told me so much about you," Luuk said as the boys walked together through the hallway to his office. "I hope mainly good things," Alex said. "I'm glad Tess has such good friends," Luuk replied, as they had arrived in his office. "Take a seat," Luuk said, pointing to a chair opposite his desk.
"I understood from Tess that you are struggling with your sexual identity. That you have sexual desires, but always encounter a blockage"
"Errmm.. Yeah" Alex admitted, feeling awkward talking about such intimate matters with this handsome stern boy, which gave him butterflies in his stomach.
Luuk looked intently at Alex for a moment, after which he leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head as if he had come to a conclusion about something.
"In my research, I often find that homosexual subjects are often attracted to me and sometimes even develop submissive feelings towards me"
Alex gets very hot and his head is bright red.
"Do you have submissive feelings for me now, Alex?"
- "Yes sir"
"Interesting." Luuk writes something in his notebook. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, just see it as part of the investigation. I approach this purely scientifically. Besides, I'm straight, I don't like boys. So if you're looking for a Dominant, you won't find it in me. But I can help you find what you're looking for, or help you figure out what you're actually looking for."
Luuk sat up again. "By the way, you don't have to say 'sir' to me, but you can of course if that makes you feel more comfortable."
- "Yes sir"
If there was one Dominant boy that Alex could easily submit to, it was this boy. The image of him lying over Luuk's knee appeared in his mind's eye. The desire for a spanking on his ass became overwhelming.
"Sir, if you put me over your knee for a spanking on my bare ass, I'm sure we can break through those blocks."
Alex was shocked by his own words.
A wry smile appeared on Luuk's face.
"It's good that you express your desires, Alex. But that's not how it works"
"That's how Tess must have felt towards me, it seems karmic," Alex thought.
Luuk looked at Alex with compassion. "Don't worry, with our methods we are guaranteed to bring out your real desires and the path to the fulfillment of those desires"
Luuk took Alex to the examination room. There was a kind of dentist's chair with all kinds of measuring equipment around it. It was warmer in the room than elsewhere.
"You have to undress for this examination"
- "Yes sir"
Alex remained stuck in a submissive role. He knew it was one-way traffic, but he didn't care. He wanted to be submissive to Luuk. He undressed completely. He wasn't ashamed of his half-erection. It only made him feel more submissive towards Luuk. It was a new feeling for Alex. Strangely enough, his submission felt warm and safe.
"Sir, why do I feel so submissive in Your presence?"
- "Good question. I don't know yet either. I appear to have that effect on boys and girls with latent submissive feelings. I am naturally dominant so that effect suits me personally for the girls. I think it's annoying for gay boys like you. Feel free to feel submissive, but know that I won't do anything with it."
Alex took a seat in the chair, after which Luuk applied all kinds of electrodes to his head and body. Everything was measured. Brain waves, blood pressure, heart rate. Finally, Luuk installed an instrument for phallometry. A kind of condom was placed over Alex's penis, with which the degree of his erection could be measured. That erection was complete at that moment, a fact that was politely ignored by Luuk.
"You will soon be exposed to a multitude of sights, sounds and smells. Some of these sensations are not so pleasant, others are. The algorithm will incrementally perform a positive feedback loop. This means that if the algorithm notices when you like something or touches you in some other way, you will be presented with more of those kinds of sensations. Everything is recorded and at the end, we know where your desires lie."
Alex was given headphones, virtual reality glasses and an oxygen mask. Luuk withdrew behind a screen.
The sensations started. Quite neutral at first. A spring meadow that smelled of freshly cut grass, A freshly baked apple pie. Later erotic images came. First women, but soon they disappeared to make way for men. The men became younger and less muscular until he started seeing more and more images of young men who met the twink ideal. On the men he also smelled a pungent odour of sweat, the sweat odour remained, but changed with each new image, it became more and more bearable as the images moved more towards the twink boys. At one point, Alex even found the smell arousing.
The algorithm then examined all kinds of fetishes. It eventually zoomed in on guys in leather, spanking and oral sex.
The concrete images transitioned into abstract images that followed each other in quick succession. Alex did not understand the images, but he noticed that they were affecting him more and more.
Then the world became black and silent. Luuk took the headphones and the virtual reality glasses from Alex's head. "Well done. While I free you from all this stuff, the algorithm can come to a recommendation."
Dressed again, refreshed and recovered from all the sensations, Alex sat opposite Luuk again. After the overload of sensations during the examination, Alex was relieved to now have less submissive feelings for Luuk. Luuk read the results on a screen and turned the screen so that Alex could also read along.
"You clearly have a preference for twink boys in their twenties. You have an obsession with leather, spanking, dominance/submission and oral sex. Despite the feelings of submissiveness you previously experienced, the test shows that you have quite a dominant tendency. However, we cannot deny that there is an important undercurrent of submissiveness that has not yet been explored by you. There is a major blockage to this. Your ego does not allow you to be submissive"
Alex sighed, "I actually knew that, but what do I do about it now?"
"The easy way is to just recognize that you are mostly dominant and focus on that. Dominance is going well for you. It will be much harder to get to the submissive layer. It could be worth it. The choice is yours."
- "That's all well and good, but how do I learn to accept that I am only dominant or how can I become submissive?"
"The Institute can also offer you a solution there, but you must first sign a confidentiality statement"
"Why a non-disclosure agreement?" Alex asked a little suspiciously.
- "To protect the privacy of all participants in our research."
"OK, I'll take a look into it."
"Read carefully," Luuk admonished Alex. Finally, Alex signed the non-disclosure agreement.
"Good, now that that has been arranged, I can give you full disclosure," said Luuk.
"The Institute originated from a group of girls who liked to have sex with dominant boys, but who did not like the stigma of 'slut' that was linked to girls with free sexual morals. They didn't mind being a slut, on the contrary! But they were sick of the hypocritical social condemnation. They organised sex parties with dominant boys who promised to remain discreet. Hence the confidentiality agreement. Some of the boys were bisexual, the girls agreed that submissive gay boys were also invited to meet the needs of the dominant bisexual boys. The girls thought it was hot to see boys playing with each other."
Luuk took a sip of his coffee.
"One thing led to another. There are now dominant gay boys as well. This resulted again in a large influx of submissive gay boys. Ultimately, the Institute became quite extensive. This allows us to make a precise selection of specific fetishes to group people during our meetings. The assessment you took just now gives us the information to match you with like-minded people."
"I have a key question for you. Do you want to continue with the Institute to learn to accept your dominance or to get to know your submissiveness? If you don't want to continue with this, no problem, but remember the statement you signed"
- "What if I want to move on?"
"If you want to move on, you have to make another choice. We have two groups: the Studs, which are the dominant boys, and the Sluts, which are the submissive girls and gay boys. You are very welcome in both groups. The Studs can take you to great heights of dominance, you would make a lot of submissive gay boys happy if you joined the Studs."
- "Mmm, sounds good, but that looks too much like what I already have"
"Maybe, I do not quite agree, sexual life as a Dominant can give you a lot of satisfaction. However, if you go for the Sluts, it will be a much more difficult path. I have seen the blockage to your submissive feelings in the analysis. It is solid. I can't help you with that. But the Sluts might be able to do that. The choice is yours"
- "I think I'll go for the Sluts, this problem has been going on for me long enough."
"Perhaps a wise decision, but also a bit of a shame. I think you could have been a great Stud. I can't help you here anymore, I'm handing you over to the Sluts. You are in good hands there. They will tell you more." |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd-2 | Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2023 09:28:06 -0400 From: Ryan Smith Subject: Swim Jock and Econ Nerd Chapter 2 This is just a semi-autobiographical and about 75% truthful account of an experience I had in college. Some names have been changed to protect the horny. Comments and questions are always welcome to [email protected]. And of course, please consider a donation to Nifty to help keep this archive and resource going. And thanks to everyone who wrote in and told me how much they enjoyed the first part -- please keep the comments coming! It certainly helps inspire me to keep writing! Hope you enjoy! ************************************************************************* The silence was deafening. It was a new sensation for Ryan, a new experience. In his past encounters with women none of them had just sat there silently in front of him once he stripped off his clothes and revealed his entire flawless body to them. But that was exactly what Eugene was doing now. With the myriad of women he had fucked in his life, it was almost routine to hear them gasp in amazement once his dick was revealed, to hear them tell him how big it was, how hot he looked, how eager they were to get a chance to service the hung jock stud who stood before them. Hell, a few of them were so enthusiastic to service the captain of the swim team that they just took his flaccid cock in their mouths without saying a word, eager to pleasure and satisfy the hunk, eager to see just how big his cock would get before having their wet pussies fucked by the muscle jock. But that was certainly not the case with Eugene. The still fully-clothed nerd just sat there on the edge of the bed while Ryan stood there naked before him, almost unsure of what to say or do, so novel was the reaction he was getting from his nerd study partner. A moment passed. Two. A long third. Ryan finally spoke, just to break the awkward silence. "You like what you see?" He had uttered these words countless times before to his conquests. And every time it had been nothing more than a rhetorical question, spoken with a sharp and arrogant edge in his voice. Of course his partners liked what they saw, he was a jock, a stud; muscles defined and ample cock all on display. But this time was different. The normally cocky tone he took when asking his partners this question were overlaid with a hint of doubt and his words were akin to sincerity; Ryan was legitimately unsure if Eugene was liking what he saw. While still maintaining eye contact, the nerd pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. Ryan's confusion at the nerd's reaction was confounded by the look he saw in Eugene's eyes. It wasn't lust or desire, he had seen those plenty of times and knew the look. The glimmer he saw in Eugene's eyes was a new one, almost cold and calculating. The look reminded Ryan of a farmer or rancher taking stock of a horse or steer, scanning their bodies and looking for defects or flaws, examining the animal as closely as possible before investing the time and money into owning the beast of burden. The nerd broke eye contact with Ryan as his eyes began to drift lower, beginning to study the jock body that was now on full display. Ryan felt like every inch of him was being inspected and scrutinized by Eugene. The nerd's eyes would linger on a part of Ryan's body for a moment or two before moving on to examine the next part, Ryan could almost see Eugene's mind processing what he was seeing, almost as if he was working through a cost benefit analysis study to see if Ryan was worth it. The sensation was unsettling to the jock. "Turn around" It was not a request but a command that came out of Eugene's mouth. "Excuse me?" Ryan said, wondering if what he had heard was correct, the cockiness in his own voice still present but not as pronounced. A certain uneasiness had crept in, betraying him. "I said turn around!" Eugene repeated, doubling down on his demand, making sure it was clearly heard. Ryan had been a jock most of his life, since his days back in middle school. Whether it was on the sports field or the swimming pool, he had coaches and trainers that demanded the best out of their athletes, that got the best out of them. And sometimes coach had to push, had to be a hard-ass, had to be stern in order to exact the best performance possible out of a jock. The tone that Eugene had just used on him was exactly the same one his coaches used on him and his fellow jocks when getting them to push for a new best time in the pool or on the track. When they wanted them to push past their perceived physical limits and reach a new pinnacle of performance. And something in Ryan just clicked into that mode, falling into the familiar and comfortable jock and coach dynamic, not questioning but only doing and performing as he turned around and showed his backside to Eugene. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the nerd's eyes burning into his backside as they raked up and down taking an accounting of what they were seeing. He felt the eyes linger on his defined and pronounced lats and traps that gave his back size and definition, but as Ryan stood there like a piece of meat being examined, he couldn't help but feel like the nerd's eyes were most interested in his ass. Ryan's ass was smooth and unblemished. Though he was required to shave his body hair to cut down on drag when propelling himself through the water, his ass was naturally hairless. His butt was round and plump, his buns high and tight. Every kick in the pool had only served to develop Ryan's glutes and his dedication to his sport showed in his buttocks. "Turn around and face me" Ryan's uneasiness with the silence in the room while being inspected quickly replaced with a new sense, one that felt almost like intimidation. The voice Eugene used was once again that of a coach speaking to his jock; harsh, unapologetic and unyielding. A voice that made Ryan instinctually respond, perform, act. Not only because the coach demanded it but because he relished the challenge, the task, the call to perform. Knowing that if he did what his coach wanted, he would improve, he would be able to beat his competitors, he would gain the respect and admiration of others for his prowess in the pool. But this wasn't his coach. Fuck, it wasn't even another jock. It was Eugene. Eugene! A fucking nerd. Ryan completed his 180 degree turn to once again face the seated nerd. He shook his head, the physical act working to dislodge Eugene's disorienting words from his head. His body had responded instinctually to the tone and words that Eugene had used. Muscle memory had taken over and his body had reacted as if a coach was commanding him to go faster and harder. But this was not Coach Jones. And as Ryan once again locked eyes with his nerd conquest, his resolve to use this nerd as a toy to help him drain his nuts was restored and the cocky, proud jock was once again in control of his voice and actions. "Alright nerd, enough of this shit. Get on your fucking knees and open up your mouth. It's crazy that a fucking pervert like yourself will spend a whole semester checking me out so you can go back to your shitty dorm room to jerk your little dick under your covers while thinking of me and hoping your roommate doesn't catch you and yet you won't obey me when I'm giving you the opportunity to actually suck my dick. So stop fucking around and blow me" Ryan spat, his voice dripping with renewed authority and supremacy. A spark flashed in Eugene's eyes. It unsettled Ryan but wasn't enough to diminish his cocky attitude. He puffed up his chest and flexed his muscles, the same way an animal in the wild would to show dominance and intimidate the weaker members of their pack. Taking a deep breath and letting out a long exhale, Eugene finally stood up. Ryan backed up a step or two to allow the nerd some space to drop to his knees before him. But he didn't drop to his knees, he just gave Ryan an almost sympathetic look. "Be careful with your words, Ryan. You might regret them." Eugene muttered as his hands began to undo the belt that wrapped around his trim waist. In the time it took Ryan to grow ever more frustrated that once again this nerd was not complying with his clear directions, Eugene had his belt undone and the buttons of his shorts unfastened and with one swift movement pulled his shorts and boxers down to around his feet. Ryan blinked. Blinked again. He was having trouble processing the images his eyes were sending to his brain. It just wasn't possible. But as he blinked again the impossibility of the situation slowly dissolved only to be replaced by the brutal realization that Eugene was hung. And not just kinda hung. The nerd was BIG. Ryan had seen plenty of dick in the locker room, and he was well acquainted with his own ample piece...but the dick that was hanging between the nerd's two legs was easily the biggest cock he had ever seen. Even though it was still hanging limp and flaccid, Ryan estimated that the nerd's junk was hanging at around 7". Shit, even if this guy was a shower and not a grower that still meant...it took Ryan another couple of seconds to process the fact that even when soft, Eugene's cock was bigger than his own jock cock...bigger than his own erect jock cock. Ryan would never know if he stood there looking at Eugene's big dick for seconds or minutes, so lost in a daze and haze of disbelief as his jock brain began to process what he was seeing. This wasn't how things were supposed to go! He was the jock, the masculine alpha stud with the big dick who used twink nerd's for his pleasure. That's how it worked out in all the jock/nerd porn movies he watched. Hell, that's how it worked out in every Hollywood movie and television sitcom! It was a classic trope where the nerd would lose out to the jock, where the jock would get the girl, would get to bully the nerd, would get the last laugh. Classic dominance and submission. A grin broke out on Eugene's smug face as he watched the visible confusion on Ryan's face as the jock struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. "You like what you see?" Those same words that Ryan had uttered only minutes before now used against him. While Ryan's utterance of those words had been tainted by self-doubt, Eugene's words were hard as iron. He knew the answer before he asked it. He knew the jock in front of him was stunned by what he was seeing, his brain in a fog as he was coming to terms with his new reality. As Ryan reeled from the sight of Eugene's cock, Eugene took the opportunity to fully undress, taking off his polo shirt and tossing it into the same hamper Ryan had earlier thrown his own clothes. With the two of them now standing nude and only a few feet away from each other, the juxtaposition between the jock and nerd had never been clearer. Eugene had been around plenty of musclebound jocks like Ryan in the past. And while the muscles and pretty-boy faces were pleasant enough to look at and enjoy, it didn't really mean much to Eugene. Building muscles was just science -- just an equation of calories, force, and time that resulted in cells fusing to other cells to increase the muscle mass in one's body. There was no magic about it. There was nothing unique about it. Anyone could do it. If you put in the time and effort, anyone could walk around with washboard abs and bulging biceps. It meant nothing. It was the cock that meant everything. Eugene learned in his art history classes that some of the first works of art were little more than phallic symbols. And the fascination and preoccupation with the male size continued from the dawn of human civilization to the present day. It was the ultimate symbol of power and masculinity, of dominance and strength. And while Ryan stood tall and muscular, handsome with dark hair and bronzed skin, flawless like something carved from marble, it was Eugene, Eugene who was shorter and pale, skinny and scrawny with a slight paunch protruding from his abdomen, glasses resting on his face who was the real man, who was the real alpha, who was the real dominant. He had something you couldn't get from the gym or eating right. Something you couldn't get from swimming laps or lifting weights. Nature itself had given him a fucking huge cock. A cock that was bigger than the jock's who stood there looking at him. And it was only right that he used it as nature intended, to dominate those who were weaker and smaller than him. "Alright jock, enough of this shit. Get on your fucking knees and open up your mouth." The words hitting the still catatonic jock like a ton of bricks, the irony of having his own words used against him able to penetrate the haze he was still in. And again, the words were uttered with authority and confidence. It was not a request, it was an order, a mandate for the jock to obey. And shouldn't he obey? Wasn't it always the guy with the bigger dick who took control in the porn movies? Wasn't this how things played out? When he found some private time to enjoy watching his jock/nerd porn, Ryan freely admitted that he enjoyed the jocks' muscles, cocky attitudes and big dicks. Loved seeing their big dicks get blown and fucking a tight hole. But if Ryan was being truly honest with himself, he would admit that more time than not, it was usually the subservient nerd that really captured his attention. Wasn't it watching the nerd jerking a big cock, watching them suck a big cock, watching them take a big cock that truly got him hard. He had always explained his curiosity and fascination with the nerd in these movies as a passing fancy, merely a vehicle through which the jock could explore his masculinity and dominant side, something for the jock to use for his own fun, nothing more than curiosity in the role the nerd played in the scene. But maybe there was always something in him that saw the nerd and wondered what it would feel like, what would it be like if the roles were reversed and it was the jock on his knees... No! NO! Ryan wasn't going to succumb to this. Who cares that the nerd was packing a huge dick? Ryan was the alpha, the stud, the jock. The one with the muscles who could easily overpower the smaller Eugene. He had fucked dozens of girls this last semester, each one begging for his dick. He had turned some of his fellow swimmers into his regular cocksuckers, each one eager to get a chance to pleasure the captain of the team. He didn't give a damn about Eugene's gargantuan prick. He was the true man in the room and he was going to prove it. Eugene could see Ryan's internal struggle play out on the jock's face and in his eyes and quickly moved to snuff it out. He took two steps forward until he was so close to Ryan that their two cocks brushed against each other. Reaching up and placing his hands on the jock's broad shoulders, he began to apply pressure to push the jock down and onto the ground. His grin was gone, replaced with a look of determination. Locking eyes with the jock's through his glasses he repeated "I said. Get. On. Your. Fucking. Knees. And. Open. Your. Mouth" each word spoken clear and distinctly, in an almost staccato pattern, with purpose and authority. The resolve that had so recently been rekindled in Ryan was quickly snuffed out. The way Eugene had just spoken to him was the way a coach would speak to an athlete; how a top would speak to a bottom; how a dominant would speak to a submissive. Even though he could easily overpower the nerd in front of him, whatever fight Ryan had in him quickly dissipated. Feeling the nerd's cock brush his own had caused a shiver to run up his spine and reminded him how the unspoken dynamics between the two of them changed merely because of the size of their cocks; the words of authority so familiar to him that he wanted to obey, reminding him once again of the role a coach has on an athlete in reconditioning their body and mind -- to push the jock's body to limits they didn't know possible, to convince the jock's mind that anything was possible. His ability to resist evaporated as he found himself slowly sinking to his knees in front of Eugene. In a matter of seconds, it was Ryan who was looking up at Eugene from a kneeling position and the nerd finally knew that he had the jock exactly where he wanted him. "Now that's a good jock, finally listening to orders, finally where he ought to be, at the feet of his superior" Eugene remarked, a grin once again spreading across his face. As he spoke, Eugene took hold of his mighty cock in one hand and began to slap it against his other hand, the heavy thud the thick flaccid cock made enough to draw Ryan's attention away from Eugene's eyes and instead to the dick Eugene was playing with only inches from his face. "You like that? You like seeing me smack my dick on my hand? Like seeing what a real cock looks like up close?" Eugene said, not expecting a response from the still reeling jock but loving getting to taunt and tease the captain of the swim team in such an intimate way. As he spoke and played with himself, his flaccid cock begun to swell and plump up, giving the nerd a semi-erection in a matter of moments. If Eugene's cock had been big flaccid, it was even more impressive in its semi erect state. Thick and cut, the cock was topped with a prominent mushroom head, the ridges of which were flared and pronounced. A noticeable vein ran down the underside of the shaft, ending in two plum-sized balls that hung low and heavy in their sacks. All of this framed by an unkempt bush of pubic hair, fair and flaxen matching Eugene's blond hair. The sight of the nerd's large cock only inches from his face mesmerized Ryan. Each heavy "thunk" of the nerd's dick against the hand reverberated and rattled around in Ryan's head. He had seen dicks; even seen erect dicks on some of the other swimmers he had allowed to blow him, but he had never returned the favor before, had never even touched a dick that hadn't been his own. But the dick that Eugene was swinging had an almost spellbinding effect on Ryan. Would it feel the same as his dick? Would it feel heavy? Firmer? The rhythmic slapping of the dick had the same effect as a hypnotist's pocket watch has on his patients as Ryan seemed to fall into some sort of trance watching the dick methodically fall across the nerd's hand. Is this what the nerd's in his gay scenes felt? Is this what the guys who had given him blowjobs felt? Sensing the jock was falling ever deeper under his spell, the nerd uttered "Go ahead, you can touch it" Ryan looked up at the nerd. Eugene could see the internal struggle going on within the jock. As much as the jock was fighting it, Eugene could see that somewhere deep inside there was a part of Ryan who was genuinely curious about the position he found himself in now, clearly struggling to come to grips with the stereotype that the jock should be the one in control while clearly intrigued with the thought of surrendering to another, larger man. Sensing they were at a tipping point, where the sexual encounter with Ryan could go one way or another, Eugene took matters into his own hands, literally. Taking a firm hold of the base of his semi-erect cock, he bounced and jiggled it in his hands before slapping Ryan across the face with it. The heavy cock slapping across his face momentarily stunned the jock. It was only when the nerd slapped him across his face again from the other direction that he was brought out of his stupor. A third slap across his face bringing him fully back to reality. "Fuck that's hot." The nerd mumbled as he watched his heavy cock once again smack Ryan in his face, a small smear of precum across the jock's left cheek marking where his blow had just landed. As Ryan endured a fury of blows from Eugene's cock that were falling across his face, the last shred of resistance dissipated. As he heard the nerd giggle and literally spew smack talk as he used his cock to slap the jock across his face, Ryan's need and desire to know what it felt like to be used like one of the nerds in his porn movies became too great to dismiss. As he felt his own hand begin to rise up and reach for the cock that was taunting and teasing his face, he knew what he had to do. Wrapping his big hand around the nerd's cock, Ryan felt an almost primal heat spread across his skin. Taking a firm hold around the shaft, the sensation was in one sense familiar and yet altogether different. True, the cock he now held in his hand had the same heat, the same texture and feel as his own, but it also felt novel and undiscovered. His own brain and hand had mapped out every ridge and vein of his own dick worked out over countless jerk sessions, but the cock he held in his hand now was unfamiliar -- the thick vein and swelling cock both unaccustomed and strange, unknown. But not unpleasant. As he heard the nerd hiss his approval with the jock taking hold of his cock, Ryan couldn't help but notice the heft and thickness of the cock he now grasped, marveling at its size and bulk as he began to jerk the nerd's dick. Now, to be clear, Ryan was never quite certain if he had begun stroking the nerd's cock because he wanted to bring pleasure to the nerd, or merely because of instinct. The feeling of a cock in his hand was so associated with jerking himself off and bringing himself pleasure that part of him wondered if it was once again his muscle memory taking over, his brain telling his hand to stroke the cock it now felt so as to bring his own self-gratification and release. But jerking the cock he was holding brought him no pleasure, at least none of the familiar physical pleasure as evidenced by his own dick still hanging flaccid but as he watched the cock in his hand begin to grow even larger under his touch, to hear the sounds of pleasure issuing forth from Eugene, to feel the nerd lightly humping his hand so as to elicit more pleasure, perhaps a new form of pleasure was taking root in Ryan's mind; not one based on his own gratification but on making sure others experience pleasure. "Oh fuck Ryan, yeah, jerk my cock, fucking stroke it" Eugene mumbled as he watched the jock's hand slide up and down his lengthening cock. Eugene loved how Ryan's large jock hand looked uncharacteristically small gripping his cock, the jock's fingers just able to touch as they wrapped around the thick cock. Loved how his lengthening cock grew harder and firmer under Ryan's touch and how the jock's hand tightened around the dick as the fleshy appendage turned from semi-erect to rock hard erection under his touch. Soon the nerd's cock reached its full length of 9", a length that Ryan had only seen on porn stars and certainly never imagined seeing on a nerd. But as his hand continued to glide up and down the nerd's cock, Ryan felt himself growing ever more desirous, ever more curious, unsatisfied with merely holding it and touching it with his hand. As a bead of precum formed on the tip of Eugene's cock, the nerd grew greedy, no longer satisfied with just having his jock crush jerk him off. No, the night had proceeded even better than he had expected and Ryan had turned out to be much more malleable than he ever would have hoped. No, if Eugene was going to make tonight as memorable as he wanted it to be, he was going to have to take it further, to really see if he could push the jock's limits. Extracting his cock from Ryan's hand, he once again proceeded to smack his cock on his own hand, words flowing from his mouth that even he hadn't thought himself capable of saying. "Not so little now, am I? Looks like I'm packing bigger than you!" Eugene's foot brushing against Ryan's dangling cock. "Fuck, you have everyone fooled, don't you? Walking around campus like some fucking stud when you're just some below-average jock with a couple muscles who probably can't even get the girls off. Fuck dude, you're such a disappointment, so pathetic. Well, I told you to be careful what you wished for, so I'm going to show you what you're really good for, show you just how useless and worthless those muscles and little prick are. Open up that pretty mouth and show me just how much you like my big cock" A momentary shimmer of his old self flashed in Ryan's mind, telling him to stop this insanity and to get himself out of the trouble he found himself in. But the stronger part of him, the newly discovered and previously untapped portion was firmly in control. Recalling the porn he had watched, the curiosity he felt, the pull of the nerd's order, Ryan found himself giving in and his jaw slowly lowering. "Good. But you're going to have to open wider than that. This is a big fucking dick after all" Eugene smugly said as he approached Ryan, placing one hand in the jock's mussed dark hair and the other taking a firm grip at the base of his own cock, guiding it to the slowly opening mouth. ************************************************************************* Hope you enjoyed the second chapter. I know, again with the Sorry for the cliffhanger! I promise we'll see more action in chapter 3. Did you love it and want to see a third action-packed chapter? Did you hate it and are upset you wasted yet another 15 minutes of your life reading this story? Write me at [email protected] and let me know. I'd love to hear what you think and what you'd like to see. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd-1 | Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2023 11:36:59 -0400 From: Ryan Smith Subject: Swim Jock and Econ Nerd This is just a semi-autobiographical and about 75% truthful account of an experience I had in college. Some names have been changed to protect the horny. Comments and questions are always welcome to [email protected]. And of course, please consider a donation to Nifty to help keep this archive and resource going. Hope you enjoy! ************************************************************************* It was getting late and the study group was breaking up. Wednesday night had turned into early Thursday morning as the group had reviewed and re-reviewed a number of concepts that were likely to come up on the Economics 101 final exam; competition, scarcity, opportunity cost, inflation and resource allocation to name just a few. The exam was scheduled for Friday morning but the group had decided that tonight would be their final meeting and they'd each study individually going forward. At this point, it was up to each of them to just review their notes and commit them to memory in the hopes of recalling them when the time came on Friday morning. As the other members said their good-byes, wished each other luck, and trickled out of the apartment and into the hallway, Ryan sat there staring at his notes, flipping back and forth between pages. "Shit, where is it? Didn't we just go over this?" he silently thought to himself. Why wasn't price determination in his notes? He looked around to see who was left in his apartment. His buddy Chris had just left; the only two people left in his apartment were Sean and Eugene. Judging from the last couple of hours, Sean was in worse shape than Ryan in his studying, struggling to understand the basic difference between micro and macroeconomics. Eugene on the other hand was hands down the smartest member of their study group. He was only a freshman but had aced every pop quiz and paper that had been assigned to them throughout the semester. Ryan was a senior and didn't frequently socialize with freshmen but since he was pulling a C average in the class going into the final exam, he made an exception and invited the smartest kid in his class to join their study group. Both Sean and Eugene were packing their things up when Ryan piped up. "Hey, Eugene, you gotta second? I'm looking at my notes and can't seem to find anything about price determination. You mind sticking around for a second so I can copy your notes on that?" Eugene legitimately looked shocked that Ryan was talking to him. They had been in the same class all semester but the two had never really directly spoken before. Sure, he had gotten an email from Ryan inviting him to this study group, but that was the extent of their communication. But being ignored by Ryan wasn't a surprise. After all, Ryan was one of the most popular people on campus. "Ummmm. Sure. I can stick around for a few minutes to let you look at my notes" Eugene stammered, swallowing the lump in his throat and pushing his glasses back up onto his face after they had slipped down while he had been packing his books up. Sean waved to the both of them as he let himself out of the apartment as Ryan plopped down next to Eugene on the couch. Eugene found himself tilting toward Ryan as the cushion of the couch sank under Ryan's frame. Unable to correct his position in enough time, Eugene felt his body tilt and press against Ryan's torso. A wave of sheer panic mixed with unbridled euphoria swept through Eugene's body. Eugene was gay and had a crush on Ryan since first seeing him across the dining hall during his first week of school. Eugene was discussing Dungeons & Dragons with some of the new acquaintances he had met in his freshman dorm when his attention was grabbed by a male adonis who had just walked into the dining room. The man looked to be about 6'1" tall with short, thick dark hair and brown eyes; a classically handsome face. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but they did little to conceal the fact that the man was well-built and muscled, the sleeves of his t-shirt stretching around his biceps. Eugene was even more in awe when the mystery man raised his arm to wave to a friend across the dining room, inadvertently lifting the hem of his shirt up and letting Eugene get a quick peek at his abs and defined Apollo's belt, the furrowed V leading down into and past the waistband of his shorts. Eugene felt a stirring in his own shorts as he watched the guy cross the hall and sit down at a table with what appeared to be upperclassmen. Eugene had known for a while that he was gay. It was during his freshman year of high school when he found himself in the locker room after gym class surrounded by a myriad of guys in various stages of undress that he first felt that now familiar stirring in his dick. Subsequent internet searches of naked men and gay porn confirmed what he suspected; that he was gay himself and very much attracted to other men. Being gay wasn't cool at his high school, even more so as he was already teased for being a "nerd". Eugene wasn't into sports or cars or girls...the things that all the popular guys were into. Instead, he was focused on his studies, role playing games, and getting his hands on the latest anime comics coming out of Japan. His looks didn't help either. Though he stood a respectable 5'10" with blond hair and blue eyes, he had a slim and thin frame, pale and slender from the hours he spent inside reading books instead of chasing a ball up and down a sports field. Add to that the pair of glasses he needed to wear to correct his abysmal eyesight and his very unfortunate name that his parents had given him in honor of his paternal grandfather, and he was the picture of a stereotypical nerd - a fact that his high school classmates never seemed to let him forget with their incessant teasing. So his time in high school was mainly spent trying to blend into the background and conceal the fact that he was gay. After gym class, he would wait until the other guys had changed and left the locker room before he changed, or would find an out of the way corner where he could have some privacy, afraid that his semi-hard cock would betray him and out him as gay to his fellow students. He never dated girls (not that any of them in his high school would have given him the time) but he had had a couple of experiences with guys that he had discreetly met and fooled around with, but never had he messed around with anyone as hot as this stud he had just laid eyes on. It didn't take long for Eugene to figure out who the mystery man was. Ryan Smith, the captain of the swim team, a member of the most popular fraternity at the university, all with killer good looks and a ton of charisma that gained him a shitload of friends. Oh, and the stories of his skill with the ladies was almost legendary. If Eugene was the stereotypical nerd, Ryan was 100% a bonafide stereotypical jock. Eugene made a point of finding out when swimming practices were held and marked the dates and times of every swim meet on his calendar, doing his best never to miss one while trying to make his attendance as anonymous and discreet as possible. If seeing Ryan in a t-shirt and shorts had peeked Eugene's interest, seeing the object of his fantasies in a speedo was something else; the skimpy swimwear left little to the imagination. Eugene was even more excited to see Ryan enter the Economics 101 classroom on the first day of second semester, his eyes following Ryan across the classroom as he found and took a seat next to one of his jock friends, Chris. Eugene couldn't believe his luck that his fantasy man would be taking the same class as him. For the whole semester Eugene kept sneaking peeks and cautious looks at Ryan, lost in daydreams of him and his college crush, while trying to avoid being detected. Imagine his surprise when he saw Ryan's email inviting him to join the study group for the final exam. Which all had led him to this moment, finding himself leaning into Ryan on the couch of the jock's apartment and feeling the hard muscles and inhaling the intoxicating scent of the man he had been crushing on since his very first week of college. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, the couch....the cushion sank....I didn't mean to..." Eugene stumbled over his words trying to explain that the unexpected body contact was an honest mistake and not of his own doing. He fumbled to push himself out of the prone position he found himself in against Ryan and back to an upright position on the other end of the couch. Ryan just laughed "No harm, no foul man. No sweat. Fuck, with all the action this couch has seen the fucking springs are shot. I'm surprised you didn't fall on the floor". "God, I'm so sorry, really...listen, just keep my notes, I don't need them, just keep them until after the exam. I'm really sorry for being so clumsy, really. I'll leave you alone, I'll get out of your place and let you study" Eugene rambled, still reeling from the combination of thrill and embarrassment that feeling himself pressed against Ryan's body had brought him. "Fuck, no way man. If I keep your notes, what are you going to use to study? I know you're smart but c'mon. Just chill for a couple minutes and I'll be done. Relax man." Ryan said in a soothing, deep voice. As Ryan sat on the couch copying the notes from Eugene's notebook into his own, he could feel the awkward energy radiating from the nerd seated at the other end of the couch. Ryan chuckled silently to himself, fully aware of why the nerd was acting so jittery. It had become apparent to Ryan after the first week of class that the nerd had a major crush on him. Not that he could blame Eugene; if anything it showed he had good taste. But Ryan had felt Eugene's eyes burning a hole into him every time he entered the economics classroom, every time he walked to his desk, every time he bent down to pick up his backpack; his staring was incessant. And once Ryan recognized Eugene from his class, he began to see him show up at other places too, like his swim practice. The nerd always tried to remain as covert as possible, showing up after practice had begun, leaving before it ended, sitting alone and as far in the shadows in the bleachers as possible, but Ryan took note of his presence and felt the eyes watching him every time he lined up on the block or toweled off after his laps. There was no denying that Eugene was into him. And to be honest, maybe the nerd was kinda cute in his own way. Sure he was skinny and pale but his face was cute behind those glasses. While Ryan definitely got his fair share of pussy from the legion of adoring girls who followed him around campus, the attractiveness of the male body wasn't lost on him either. Spending as much time with guys in various stages of undress in locker rooms as Ryan had provided him ample opportunity to appreciate the male form, and while he was certainly attracted to women and their soft, supple bodies, he couldn't deny that the hard, defined, and powerful body on some of his male teammates and competitors were just as much of a turn on for him. There had even been a couple of times when Ryan had engaged in the tradition of college exploration and indulged in fooling around with guys. Nothing too serious, really just getting a few discreet blowjobs and handjobs from a couple of the guys on his swim team who were gay and proudly out of the closest, and only when he needed to work out some tension, like before a big swim meet or exam, and one of his female sycophants weren't readily accessible. As he continued to jot down notes in his notebook that lay across his lap, Ryan felt a familiar twitch in his crotch. He had been stressed out over the impending Economics exam all week. He was a biology major and had put off taking this required class until his very last semester of college. He had no interest in economics and it was evident with his C-average showing. And he had to probably pull at least a B+ on the exam or better to salvage his GPA. It was the whole reason he had pulled together this study group and had made sure to reach out to the smartest kid in his class, Eugene. But now that he found himself alone in his apartment with the tense and jumpy nerd, his mind began to formulate another way that Eugene could help him out. After all, his roommates had cleared out for the night not wanting to be around while a bunch of strangers came over to discuss supply and demand, and he could probably do with some relief to offset the pressure he felt from studying for his exams. Glancing up from the notebooks and over to Eugene, the nerd gave him a goofy grin while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, waiting patiently for Ryan to finish with his notebook. Ryan gave him a quick once over and quickly came to a conclusion in his head. He was going to have some fun tonight. Finishing the notes, he tossed the notebooks off his lap and onto the coffee table. Ryan raised his arms above his head in a long and exaggerated stretch, just long and deep enough to ensure his abs were showing as his shirt raised above his bellybutton and that Eugene had had a moment or two to appreciate the view. "Fuck man, I'm beat" Ryan exclaimed as he stood up off the couch. "I really appreciate you coming to the group tonight, Eugene. Really appreciate you sticking around and letting me copy those notes." "No problem, I just hope they were helpful. Were you able to read my handwriting? I have awful handwriting. I remember in third-grade when they were teaching us cursive Mrs. Murdoch told me..." Eugene began to ramble off on a random non-sequitur. "Woah man, take it easy" Ryan said as he walked over to the still seated Eugene and put his big hand on his shoulder, feeling the body underneath him tense with the contact as he gently squeezed. "You are way too wound up. You gotta relax. You of all people shouldn't be too worried about this stuff. You got it, you know it. It's me who has to worry..." Ryan trailed off. Feeling almost faint at feeling the strong and reaffirming grip Ryan had given him on his shoulder, Eugene had to take a moment to recover and process what Ryan was telling him. Ryan continued "I'm pulling a C in the class and it's really going to drag down my GPA if I don't do well enough on the final to bump my average up to at least a B-. It's just that economics is not my thing. It's really stressing me out" Eugene had sufficiently recovered to try and assuage Ryan's self-doubts "What? You'll do fine. I have no doubt in your abilities to excel on Friday's examination and propel your grade to a point where you'll be..." Ryan could only laugh again "Damn, man, I already know you're smart, no need to prove it with your vocabulary. Just relax. I don't bite. I have a feeling we could both blow off some steam." the jock said as he walked over to the small kitchen directly adjacent to the living room. Coming back into the living room with two beers, Ryan offered one to Eugene who legitimately looked unsure how to respond. "Oh fuck man, don't tell me you don't drink. This is college!" Ryan teased. Eugene quickly reached out and accepted the beer. "No, it's um, I definitely drink, I just don't do it that often, and never with upper classmen" Eugene mumbled. "Well consider it your lucky day Eugene. After all, you're the one helping me out with your notes so it's the least I can do. And judging from how fucking tense you look, a beer is probably exactly what you need to relax and loosen up, so join me man" Ryan said as he cracked open his beer and raised it in a cheers motion towards Eugene. The jock plopped down in the armchair directly across from Eugene, before spreading his legs as wide as they would go in front of him. Eugene's eyes grew wide as his eyes darted to Ryan's legs, hoping that the loose fitting shorts and sitting position Ryan was currently in would allow him a view up Ryan's strong thighs and help him determine if the swimming jock was wearing anything under those shorts. Even with his head tilted back while taking a long sip of his beer, Ryan saw Eugene's eyes dart and intently focus on his leg. He knew Eugene was trying to spot if he was going commando under his shorts and he now knew he had the nerd exactly where he wanted him; it was going to be a fun night. The two of them sat there like that for the next half-hour, chatting about mundane topics, things like the professors each of them had had, the size of the freshman dorms, the quality of the cafeteria food, and so on. Ryan could tell that Eugene was getting a little more comfortable as the two spoke but there certainly was an air of uneasiness surrounding the nerd. It was only as they were finishing up their second beer each that Ryan turned the conversation to something of more interest. "You get a lot of pussy here on campus, Eugene" he bluntly asked, causing the nerd to nearly spit up his beer. "Sorry, don't mean to be rude man, but I speak from experience that there's nothing better than getting your nut off to relieve stress. I highly recommend it if you're not already doing it, as often as you can get it. You're too tense" Eugene wasn't sure how to respond. How would this macho jock who was a known playboy around campus with girls respond if Eugene told him the truth. How could he tell the man he had been fantasizing over day and night and had a huge crush on that he was gay. "No...girls don't really go for guys like me..." Eugene said softly, not able to tell the truth to the object of his desires. Ryan decided it was time to take off the kid gloves. He was too horny and too in need of release to beat around the bush. Putting his beer down, the jock leaned forward towards Eugene, putting his elbows on his knees so that his face was inches from Eugene's face. "Listen man, you don't have to play coy with me. I know what you are. You think I'm just some dumb jock? That I don't notice the obvious? I see how you look at me when I'm in the room; I've seen you watching me from the stands at my swim practices. You're not the first guy I've caught checking me out. You're gay man and you have a fucking hard on for me" Ryan said plainly. Ryan could see Eugene visibly tense, a bead or two of sweat break out on the nerd's forehead, the panic in his eyes as he was called out as gay, as his secret was exposed by the hottest guy at his college. Ryan continued "And while I usually prefer the company of a woman, I've made exceptions man. I've allowed a guy or two in my time the pleasure of my company, the honor of showing me a good time. Fuck, a mouth is a mouth and a hand is a hand, right? And seeing as my roommates are out for the night and I could really use some release before Friday's exam, I think we can help each other out. What do you say we go back to my bedroom and you help me destress and relax? You wanna help a brother out man?" The power of speech had seemingly temporarily left Eugene, the usually eloquent and well-spoken nerd now unable to form a simple phrase let alone utter a single word. Was he dreaming? Did Ryan Smith, the captain of the swim team and the guy he had been lusting over for the better part of a year just come on to him? To seduce him? Did he hear what Ryan had said correctly? Eugene's overloaded psyche couldn't work out if he should leap up in celebration for possibly having a chance to fool around with the muscled jock of his dreams or run for the door as this all might be some cruel joke that was being played at his expense. "So what do you say, want to show me a good time?" Ryan cooed one more time, waiting for some indication of a response from the shell-shocked nerd. Enough of Eugene's motor skills had returned to allow him to meekly nod. "Now that's a good boy" Ryan said with a shit-eating grin, his teeth perfect and white. "Why don't you follow me back to the bedroom so we can get you a little more comfortable with the idea. A little more relaxed so you're in a better frame of mind to help me relax, sound good?" In an almost trance-like state, Eugene picked himself off the couch and followed Ryan as he walked into what he now knew was his bedroom. Even though Ryan's shorts were on the looser side, Eugene took note of the swimmer's toned legs as he confidently strode into his bedroom and flipped on the light switch. The room was typical for a college athlete's bedroom; posters on the wall, an overflowing hamper in one corner, a small set of barbells and resistance bands in another. The small room was dominated by the full bed, a bed that Ryan motioned for Eugene to have a seat on, and which he did even though he was still in his near catatonic state. With Eugene seated on his bed, Ryan decided it was time to get down to business, to get the nerd comfortable enough to be putty in his hands and willing to allow the jock free reign for the remainder of the night. Crossing his arms in front of him, Ryan took hold of the bottom hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off and over his head before tossing it across the room and onto the hamper. He followed up with a little flex just to make sure he looked as good as possible. He smirked as he heard what sounded like an involuntary but audible gasp escape from Eugene's lips. "Gets them every time" he silently thought to himself. While Eugene had seen Ryan in just his speedos before at the various swim meets and practices he attended, never before did he have the opportunity to appreciate the view of Ryan's body in such a close and intimate way. And what a view it was. Beginning with Ryan's slightly mussed hair as a result of him pulling his own t-shirt over his head, Eugene's eyes raked up and down the flawless body that was now on full display mere inches from him. Ryan had a classically handsome face; strong jaw, aquiline nose, full and sensuous lips, and deep brown eyes that looked like they belonged on a puppy dog. His body was text-book swimmer's; tan, unblemished, long and lean with just the right amount of muscle to help propel him through the water. His broad shoulders led down to his massive triceps. Pulling his eyes away from Ryan's swollen arms, Eugene's eyes instead focused on the pair of taut and rock-hard pecs, hairless, each one crowned with a pert nipple, each one hardened by the cool air washing over them now that the t-shirt that had been concealing them had been removed. Moving downward, the abdominals were well-defined and powerful, casually showing off a six-pack. All of this tapering down to his trim waist and furrowed Apollo's belt disappearing down into his shorts; a hint of red fabric appearing just above the waistline. It was almost on instinct that Eugene lifted his hand and reached out towards Ryan's body. Like a baby reaching for a piece of candy. Whatever impulse control the nerd had, had been replaced with his desire to feel the jock's muscled and defined torso. Ryan smiled. "It's okay bud. Don't be afraid to touch." Getting the go-ahead from the stud jock, Eugene's hand came to rest across the rippling abs. The feeling of warm flesh and hard muscle against his hand caused sparks to fire across his brain and down to his crotch. Now using both of his hands, Eugene began to rub them up and down Ryan's obliques, his eyes glazed over with lust as Ryan smiled down at the seated nerd who was quickly become hypnotized by his swimmer's body. As Eugene's hands traveled up towards his pecs, Ryan gave another flex, the hardening muscles under the nerd's hands causing the seated boy to shudder with desire. "You like my body, don't you Eugene? Like feeling and touching my muscles, huh? Each one perfected and honed over years spent in the gym and pool. I bet you wish you could have a body like mine, wish you could get the physique that every guys wishes they had and every girl wants...well I guess in your case you want it too" Ryan softly chuckled, amusing himself with the little quip he had directed at Eugene. "I'm a fucking stud, a fucking Adonis, Eugene" Ryan continued as he looked down at the still seated nerd, their eyes finally connecting, Ryan's penetrating eyes drilling into the lust filled eyes of Eugene. "I'm worthy of the respect and attention I get. Worthy and deserving of worship by guys like you. And I've decided to do you a favor tonight, Eugene. I've decided that you're worthy of my time and attention. Worthy of helping me get off. So you're going to get a rare treat tonight. You're going to get to suck off a real man. You're going to get to suck the cock of a true jock stud. And if you do a good job for me tonight, Eugene, you're going to get to find out how the cum of a real stud tastes when I cum down your throat. Does that sound good, Eugene?" As he was speaking and taunting the nerd, Ryan had lowered his shorts, letting them drop down around his ankles, leaving him standing there in nothing but a pair of tight red briefs. The thin fabric sat snugly around Ryan's trim waist and clung tightly to his taut quad muscles. But what truly commanded Eugene's attention was the large and ample bulge that was clearly present, doing little to conceal the fact that the swimmer jock was packing. Ryan paused, letting Eugene drink in the sight of his body and physique. Ryan thought it best to give Eugene a moment or two to take in what he was seeing before really blowing his mind. He took hold of his bulge through the fabric with one of his hands and adjusted it in it's pouch, both to provide him with a little bit of additional comfort as well as to equally demonstrate his size to the nerd, there was no optical illusions here, he was hung. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, Ryan paused. He waited a moment...and then another moment. Relishing in making the nerd wait in anticipation before showing him his goods. He could almost feel the room vibrating in time with the elevated pounding of Eugene's heart. Ryan hoped he wasn't going to give the poor nerd a heart attack. "You wanna see my dick, Eugene?" No response. Lowering the waistband just the slightest bit, Ryan asked the question again, this time a little louder, with a little force behind it and an edge to his voice; he wasn't messing around. You wanna see my dick, nerd?" he repeated. It was the first time he had called Eugene a nerd directly to his face and it gave him a thrill. The moment wasn't lost on Ryan. From time to time, when it was late at night and he was horny and alone, Ryan would look at gay erotic fiction and porn online. His tastes were varied but his favorite scenario, the one he would search for on the websites again and again was the stereotypical but still very hot "Jock & Nerd Gay Sex". The cliche was an old one but it never failed to excite Ryan. Seeing the football team's quarterback fuck the bespectacled nerd in the locker room, or the baseball team's 3rd baseman getting his dick sucked by a nerd under his desk during class always excited him. Those and a hundred other scenarios of a jock having their fun with a nerd never failed to induce a massive orgasm out of Ryan. And to think, he was now going to get to live out his own fantasy of dominating a nerd for his sexual pleasure. As soon as the question came out of Ryan's mouth, he noticed a slight change in Eugene. With a few blinks of his eyes, it almost seemed like the nerd came out of his dick induced coma, the glazed over eyes and vapid look he had had on his face since Ryan had first come on to him back in the living room now replaced with something different. Lust? Desire? Whatever it was, Ryan couldn't quite place it, all he knew was that a very sudden and immediate change had come over Eugene. Lifting his head to look the standing jock in the face, Eugene stated very clearly and calmly "Show me your dick." Ryan smirked. "You'll have to do better than that. I want you to beg to see my dick, nerd. I want you to beg me to give you the honor of servicing a real man, of letting you see what a real man looks like, of letting you suck the cock of your jock superior." Ryan could almost swear he took the lines directly from one of his favorite porn scenes. With an almost stoic look on his face, and looking Ryan directly in his eyes, Eugene just simply repeated "Show me your dick". For a second, actually more like a split second, Ryan thought it was strange that this nerd seated before him wasn't more submissive, wasn't already on his knees begging for a look at the cock he had probably been fantasizing over for weeks, maybe even months. But no sooner had the thought entered Ryan's head did it just as quickly exit. Sure it would be great if Eugene acted the same way as the cliche nerds did in the scenes and stories Ryan enjoyed so much, but who was he kidding? Ryan conjectured that Eugene was probably a virgin, to both men and women, and overwhelmed by all that was happening. As long as Ryan got to live out his fantasy however Eugene chose to act was okay by him. With one smooth and fluid movement, Ryan lowered his briefs and stepped out of them, fully naked in front of the still fully clothed Eugene. Ryan liked to call this his "hero pose", the pose he would take the first time a partner had the privilege of seeing him fully nude, with everything on display. Flexing just enough for his muscles to be taut and defined, he would jutt his pelvis out just enough so his cock and balls stood out from the rest of his body, the boys proudly on display. And what a display it was. Ryan kept his dark pubes neat and trim, just a small patch of them above his cock, the rest of him smooth; almost second nature to him with being a swimmer. A pronounced and stark tan line existed, evident that the time Ryan spent out in the sun wearing his speedo had kept his pelvic region pale and protected from the sun's rays that had turned the rest of his body a golden and attractive brown. But all of that paled in comparison to the cock Ryan was carrying around. Flaccid, as he was now, he had measured himself at 5.5". When fully erect, his cut cock clocked in around 7.25", even a little bigger when he was really worked up. Resting atop a pair of smooth and tight balls, his cock was a sight to behold. He puffed out his chest and waited to hear the exclamations over his size and virility flow forth from Eugene's lips, waited for the praise and adulation over his girth and length, waited to hear the pleading and begging for the honor just to touch his penis, much less the privilege for Eugene to take it in his mouth and perform fellatio. But all the jock heard was silence. Hope you enjoyed the first installment. Sorry for the cliffhanger but I wanted to get something out for folks to read and react to. Did you love it and want to see a second action-packed chapter? Did you hate it and are upset you wasted 15 minutes of your life reading this story? Write me at [email protected] and let me know. I'd love to hear what you think and what you'd like to see. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd/swim-jock-and-econ-nerd-3 | Date: Fri, 15 Sep 2023 11:10:39 -0400 From: Ryan Smith Subject: Swim Jock and Econ Nerd Chapter 3 This is just a semi-autobiographical and about 75% truthful account of an experience I had in college. Some names have been changed to protect the horny. Comments and questions are always welcome to [email protected]. And of course, please consider a donation to Nifty to help keep this archive and resource going. And thanks to everyone who wrote in and told me how much they are enjoying my story. Hearing from readers is a great pleasure so please keep the comments coming! It certainly helps inspire me to keep writing! Hope you enjoy! ************************************************************************* Eugene's cock had never felt harder than it did right now. Fortune had smiled on him tonight, probably more than he deserved. At first, he was delirious just to have the opportunity to be in the same room and talking to his jock crush from whom he had received the invite to tonight's study group session. He had become even more excited when Ryan had asked him to stick around after the rest of the group had broken up, leaving just him and the muscle hunk alone in the jock's deserted apartment. Sure, Eugene had fantasized about messing around with the swimming jock countless times but he never actually allowed himself to imagine it would happen. He almost fainted when the jock made a pass at him... And now, here he was, standing tall above a kneeling Ryan, guiding the tip of his heavy cock in and out of the jock's wide-open mouth. Though Eugene's physique and rather ordinary looks had never garnered him much attention, his dick was a different story. He had learned rather early on that he was hung and larger than any of the other guys he saw in the locker room. He also quickly discovered that being different in middle and high school, for any reason, was grounds for being teased and bullied. In response, he did everything he could to conceal and hide his monstrous penis from his fellow classmates, afraid that his cock would betray him as different or, god-forbid, gay should it grow at the sight of one of his male classmates. It wasn't until coming to college that he discovered the advantages of being hung. Within the first week of his first semester, his roommate had accidently walked in on him changing. Though he tried to quickly pull up his boxers and hide his dick, it had been too late and the roommate had seen Eugene's package and quickly remarked on the size of Eugene's cock. But instead of calling him a freak or teasing him, his roommate lavished praise on him, telling him that he looked like a fucking horse down there, saying the ladies must love him, lamenting the fact he wasn't going to get any pussy if the girls found out what his roommate was packing. By the following week, specifics about Eugene's dick were known by everyone is his freshman dorm. It only took another couple of weeks for his roommate to come back to the room late one night, clearly tipsy, while Eugene was studying. His roommate's inhibitions were tempered by the alcohol running through his system and Eugene quickly found himself being peppered with intimate questions about his dick and past sexual experiences. Eugene tried to dismiss the line of questioning, tried to get his roommate to get in bed and sleep off his drunken state but his roommate persisted. It was only when his roommate asked if he had ever had a guy give him a blowjob before that Eugene's interest was piqued. By the next morning, Eugene had a dedicated cocksucker living with him and he discovered the perks of possessing a large dick. Since that night, Eugene found himself discreetly hooking up and messing around with a number of guys who were curious about the freshman with the huge cock; some who were openly gay and wanted nothing more than to be fucked silly by his huge dick, while others who were deeply closeted approached him subtly to see if the rumors about his penis were true. And as the notches on Eugene's belt grew in number, so did his confidence. His cock was no longer a source of shame or worry, but something to be proud of, something that others desired. So when Ryan had come on to him, had approached him with his macho-jock attitude, had tried to intimidate him with his own big cock, Eugene had to take his shot, had to see if the experiences and confidence he had gained in the past few months since coming to college were enough to bend the jock to his will. And sure enough, just like all the other guys before him, once seeing what Eugene was packing, all the swaggering and self-righteousness quickly disappeared and the conceited jock was on his knees, eager to take his first throat fucking. "Oh fuck!" Eugene exclaimed as he felt the tip of his heavy dick slide past Ryan's full lips and into the jock's wide-open mouth. Still having a firm grasp of his shaft with one hand, Eugene extracted the tip of his dick from the hungry mouth and began to rub it along Ryan's lips, the droplet of precum that had formed on his slit acting almost like lip gloss, painting the jock's pouty lips with a sheen before proceeding to plunge back into the gaping mouth. It didn't take Eugene long to figure out that Ryan was a novice at sucking cock, a fact that both frustrated and excited the nerd. He would just have to be a little more patient and gentler with Ryan than he liked, especially when compared to some of the more experienced cocksuckers he had broken in over the past semester. "Mmmm, that's good. That's fucking hot. Now stick your tongue out. C'mon, really stick your tongue out." Eugene muttered as he pulled his cockhead from Ryan's swollen lips. As Ryan extended his tongue like he was about to have his throat examined at the doctor's office, Eugene began to slap his cock against the protruding tongue, loving the sight of the cock hungry jock so eager to taste and experience his cock, imagining the vibrations his dick was sending through Ryan's tongue were travelling up and into the jock's head, shaking loose any lingering thoughts of being a proud alpha jock. "Now get back to sucking my dick." Eugene said as he settled into a gentle rhythm with Ryan, rocking the tip of his cock in and out of the genuflecting jock. To Ryan's credit, and to his own surprise, the feeling of a dick in his mouth excited the jock, feeling the spongy firmness sliding past his lips and into his mouth. The quick reversal of his fortune from cocky jock to cock-sucker so sudden and unexpected that the jock's mind was still reeling. Sure, he had thought about and been curious about what it might be like to suck a dick, and he certainly felt the call to achieve, to compete, felt that familiar pull that a coach has with an athlete when Eugene had come on strong and domineering. But to be in the position he was now in still blew his mind. All his life he had lived with the expectations that come with being a tall, good-looking, muscular jock. The expectations of being a ladies' man, a stud, an alpha. But every time his jock tendencies had a slight resurgence, every time he thought about those expectations and the role he always thought he was meant to play, the dick in his mouth would remind him of where he was, where he found himself, and his will would once again bend and surrender to the nerd and his big cock. Ryan had enough experience having his own cock sucked to know what he liked, what felt good when one of the hot college co-eds or fellow swimmers were worshipping his impressive dick. Coupled with his still whirling psyche and jock desire to please Eugene, to please the figure that had ordered him to his knees, Ryan used this knowledge to attempt to recreate some of his favorite techniques that his partners had used on him and that had always pleased him. Using his tongue, he engaged in a game of tag with the pistoning cockhead as it slid in and out of his mouth. His tongue wildly and erratically trying to engage with the intruder, though his efforts were clumsy and awkward they were still enough to coax out as a reward the salty and yet subtlety sweet taste of Eugene's precum against his taste buds. It didn't take long for Eugene to grow weary of the gentle approach he was taking with Ryan. As he looked down at the kneeling jock whose mouth was performing oral on his nerd cock, he couldn't help but sigh. These jocks were always the same. They succumbed to the allure and power of his dick easy enough, eagerly taking to their knees to suck a dick, but then proceeded to give the most lackluster and lifeless blowjob. And the worst part is they had no idea! Jocks always think they excel at everything they do; a byproduct of their easy prowess in the pool and on the field. And they just assume that prowess and ability extend to every aspect of themselves, including in the bedroom. But just like Eugene had discovered when he had spent a night feeding the football team's safety his cock, it was a falsehood, a lie. Jocks were no better than anyone else when first learning to suck cock...hell, they were probably worse. And though it looked like Ryan was trying to make up for his lack of experience with enthusiasm, flicking his tongue at the thrusting dick, the jock technique could undoubtedly use some improvement. "C'mon, you can do better than that. Suck my cock! Don't just fucking tease it. You have sucked a cock before, haven't you?" Eugene questioned. The slight hesitancy and uncertainty Eugene felt in response from Ryan's floundering technique provided him his answer. "Oh shit, you've never sucked dick before have you? Never even sucked off one of those little dicks all you swimmers seem to have? Oh fuck dude" Eugene said, having to admit to himself there was a thrill knowing that his big dick was going to be the entry point for Ryan to experience sucking dick, the first one to penetrate his haughty jock throat. As Ryan's tongue returned to eagerly bathing the thrusting cock, he felt a hand run through his dark cropped hair. Eugene quickly clenched a handful of the soft locks, making sure he had a firm grip, pulling ever so slightly and watching Ryan's head move along with the tug he had just administered, confirming that he had control over the movements of the jock's head. Holding Ryan's head in place, Eugene began to exert a little more pressure on his cock sucking apprentice. No longer satisfied with just the tip of his cock getting to enjoy the warm confines of Ryan's mouth, and turned on by the thought of Ryan's heretofore virgin mouth, the nerd began to thrust deeper, forcing the first few inches of his shaft past Ryan's grasping lips and into his receiving mouth. In seconds he heard and felt Ryan begin to sputter and snort as his gag reflex was engaged, Eugene took a mental note of how far his cock had entered Ryan's mouth before causing him to begin to gag. Tightening his grasp on Ryan's head, Eugene began to fall into a see-saw motion, his cock gliding in and out of Ryan's mouth Looking down at his jock prey, the nerd saw the jock's eyes dart up to lock with his own, a slight look of panic as Ryan struggled to take the large cock that was now forcibly entering his mouth. Ryan's eyes reminded Eugene of a begging puppy, the whites of his brown eyes giving the impression of a dog begging for a treat from their master. As Ryan's hands rose from his sides and onto Eugene's thighs, the nerd instinctually knew they were the jock's feeble attempt to stop his actions. Ryan tried to voice his concern, tried to enunciate his objections to the increased ferocity the nerd was using on his throat but his words were silenced and garbled by the cock filling his mouth. "Ha. Don't try to talk pretty boy. Your job is to listen, to obey, and to suck. That's it. Even someone pulling a C in Econ should be able to understand those directions" Like so many before him, Ryan's brain and dick were in direct competition. As the jock's brain began to send signals of worry and distress over the increased aggressiveness coming from Eugene, his dick had other ideas. The verbal assault that Ryan was being subjected to, the lewd and demeaning comments that he was being berated with seemed to arose the kneeling jock as evidenced by the response of his own dick. The tone and words Eugene were using felt like they came right out of one of Ryan's porn movies, words that had always excited and thrilled him and his engorging dick when they were coming from the alpha jock to the sub nerd. And though he now found himself in a reversal of roles, the words were no less potent, no less intoxicating. If anything, Ryan found the words to be even more compelling and exciting, knowing that he was on the receiving end of the verbal beat down. And his cock responded in kind, plumping up between his bent legs. The fact that Ryan's cock was beginning to show signs of life were not lost on Eugene. "Well fuck. Is your dick getting hard? Are you getting a boner? Fuck man, you're not even playing with yourself and you're getting a fucking erection" Eugene said elatedly, genuinely pleased with himself for seeing the growing dick that Ryan was sporting, the jock not even trying to conceal his rising member. Even if Ryan wanted to deny it, to play it cool, his body had betrayed him, providing irrefutable and undeniable physical evidence of his arousal from taking the nerd's cock in his mouth. "Fuck. I wanna see you jerk that dick. I wanna see you play with yourself while your sucking my big cock. Go on little jock. Go on and play with your little dick. I wanna see you get hard for me" Eugene said, sincerely turned on by the horny jock beneath him. As Eugene began to drive his dick in and out of the jock's mouth. He smiled to see that his patronizing words coupled with Ryan's jerking of his own cock had the desired effect. Soon Ryan was pumping his own 7" erection, his hand working like a metronome and falling into the same rhythm as the fucking his mouth was taking from the nerd. "Is that it? That's the cock that you're so fucking proud of? That's the cock that gets all the girls horny? Fuck dude. The guys I play D and D with have bigger cocks than you. Maybe we should get you to show up at one of our upcoming game nights so you can actually see what real cocks look like. Maybe have my buddies roll for initiative to see who you get to suck off first" Eugene paused "Would you like that you pathetic jock? Would you like to suck off a whole bunch of nerds and their big cocks?" Ryan's erection answered for him as an involuntary splurge of precum flowed out from his piss slit, dangling there like a pendulum for a few moments before dropping to the floor. Eugene smiled. "That excites you, doesn't it you horny little jock slut? The idea of being a cock sucker for a bunch of nerds, doesn't it? Fuck you're a horny one. Well, if you're going to let your mouth be used as a fuck toy, you're going to have to learn how to suck some dick." Eugene explained. "Now Relax your throat. Just relax, don't fight it. Just watch your teeth and let your jaw go slack." No sooner did the words leave his lips then Eugene physically felt the change in Ryan's cock sucking, felt the jaw unclench ever so slightly, felt the mouth relax. To the jock's credit, he knew how to take direction well. "That's a good jock! You listen so well. Must be because you're eager for my dick. Is that it Ryan, you hungry for my nerd cock?" Momentarily forgetting his mouth was stuffed with dick, Ryan attempted to respond in the affirmative but instead what came out was a once again a garbled mess; the jock's response causing Eugene to laugh. Eugene hissed "Fuck, what did I say about teeth? Now don't try to speak. I already told you that dummy. Try to remember. Now use that tongue for something else. I want to feel your tongue press against my piss slit...mmm, yeah...really dig in there, mmmm, you taste the precum I'm making for you? Fuck yeah. Now rub that tongue around my cock head, around the ridges.... yeah, that's good, feels good...flick your tongue. Yeah. Just like that. Rub that tongue under my shaft, find that vein. Yeah, now run your tongue up and down that vein, trace it. In and out. In and out. Yeah jock...fuck...Now wrap those lips around my dick, fucking suck, fucking use that tongue the way I taught you and fucking suck my dick as I fuck your mouth...damn, that's it. Fuck. You're a natural." And Eugene wasn't lying, Ryan was a natural, his tongue dancing over the sensitive cockhead and running along the ridges of the flared head. Tracing the length of the pronounced vein that ran along the underside of Eugene's dick, his mouth tightly wrapped around the thick shaft, his lips bouncing along every ridge and undulation of the nerd's cock as it methodically slid in and out of his sucking mouth, his cheeks slightly concave as he sucked, creating a vacuum around the cock. Yanking on the hair he was gripping, Eugene felt the jock below him tense up. "Keep your eyes up here, keep them looking up at me" his voice calm but clear, composed but sharp. As Eugene continued to monitor and guide the cock sucking education of his jock protégé, he was pleased with the result, pleased to hear the jock gurgle, gag and garble as he took his cock, happy to see the drool beginning to collect and dribble down out of the corner of Ryan's mouth, content to feel his dick become slick with Ryan's dribble and saliva. "Now use your hand, jerk me while I fuck your mouth. Yeah, grab the base of my cock and jerk me off" Ryan's hand wrapped around the lower portion of the nerd's cock, stimulating it as his mouth continued to work the top third; mouth and hand working in tandem to provide pleasure to the nerd humping his face. They continued like this for a little bit, Eugene critiquing Ryan's technique, directing him on how to suck a dick, on how to please another man. And Ryan excelled. The truth was that both were falling into the roles they felt comfortable with. Eugene; the tutor, providing direction and encouragement to a struggling student. Ryan; the athlete, taking and hearing direction from a coach and turning it to action, learning to take orders and executing on those commands to the best of his ability. The act of learning to suck cock not all that different from when he had learned the breaststroke or butterfly -- he merely had to take and follow direction, not ask questions but perform as was demanded of him. And he was certainly performing. Eugene's head went back and he let out a long and satisfied sigh. He smirked at the sight of the eager jock beneath him, head bobbing up and down, one hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, the other jerking off his own jock prick. Gurgling and slurping as he worked the nerd's cock, as he took so naturally to his new role of cock sucker. But it wasn't enough. While Ryan's technique had already improved under Eugene's brief tutelage, Ryan's inexperience was still showing. He was eager enough to suck cock but his physical limitations wouldn't allow Eugene the pleasure of truly having the jock deep throat his cock. "When the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak" thought Eugene "you sometimes have to try a different tactic." Eugene took a firm hold of Ryan's head, placing a hand on each side of the jock's handsome head, immobilizing him. Pushing his head back against the mattress, Ryan neck snapped back almost 45 degrees, effectively aligning his mouth and throat, providing Eugene with a much better point of entry to go past the jock's gag reflex and slide down into the throat. Clearly alarmed, Ryan's eyes grew wide as Eugene shimmed up, almost mounting the jock's face, beginning to administer a face fucking in a downward motion which allowed Eugene's thrusts to became even faster and deeper, eliciting coughing and gagging from Ryan as the cock penetrated deeper into his throat. Mucus began to collect and drool profusely from the jock's gaping mouth. Eugene couldn't help but watch as the besieged and clearly panicked jock's eyes began to well with tears as his airflow became ever more compromised. Eugene's heavy balls swung like pendulums in time with his thrusts; god he so wanted to feel those heavy balls smacking Ryan in the chin as he forced the jock to deepthroat his cock, feel the dribble and drool that was now flowing out of Ryan's yawning mouth coating his heavy balls, feel the jock's nose twitch and wiggle as it was buried in the nerd's thicket of pubes as he ground his crotch against Ryan's face. But the jock just wasn't able to handle it. As he continued to face fuck the now clearly panicking jock, Eugene was only able to get about 6" of his cock down the inexperienced gullet of his novice cock sucker. Eugene grunted in pleasure as the jock's throat convulsed around his cock, the gagging fit Ryan was experiencing serving to only enhance Eugene's pleasure as the muscles in Ryan's throat contracted resulting in an unintentional massage on Eugene's dick. Even as he continued to use Ryan's throat as a fuck sleeve for his impressive cock, even as he bounced the jock's head like it was on a swivel on his cock, using his mouth as a masturbation tool, he knew it wouldn't be enough, wouldn't make him truly satisfied to know that he face-fucked his jock crush with just half of what he was equipped with. A spark of an idea germinated in his head. In a moment that spark ignited and spread through Eugene's mind like wildfire. Did he dare? Would Ryan, the cocky and arrogant jock be willing to go that far? Be willing to abandon whatever little pretense he still carried of being a brash and egotistical muscle stud, and allow himself to fully surrender to the cock he was so clearly wanting to worship even as his own mouth and throat betrayed him? Feeling Ryan's hands grab and grip Eugene's thighs, signaling surrender, Eugene released his grip on the struggling jock and backed off, pulling his dick from the wheezing jock, strands of saliva and phlegm momentarily connecting cock to mouth before breaking. Ryan was a fucking mess. Thick globs of white phlegm coated the jock's face as rivulets of saliva and drool ran down his chin, more being added as the jock coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath after being denied by the thick cock lodged in his airway. Snot leaked from his right nostril, already drying against his bronze skin. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes watering and wet from a lack of oxygen. His flawless skin was now red and flushed as the grip Eugene had taken to control his head showed marks of the unexpected strength that the nerd exerted to control and manipulate the head as he fucked the gaping mouth. Ryan's usually perfectly quaffed and styled hair now tousled and matted from Eugene's firm grasp. As Ryan panted and gasped, Eugene just looked down at the kneeling stud, almost disgusted by what he saw. "I thought you swimmers were built for endurance? What the fuck man? Can't even handle my dick?" A winded Ryan looked up, ashamed and embarrassed to be berated by the standing nerd. As Eugene wiped away the thick white phlegm that had accumulated on his dick, Ryan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed; he didn't take defeat easily when it came to physical challenges, didn't give up in the face of adversity. When he struggled with reaching a milestone in the pool, he pushed himself, he listened to his coach, and would grind until he became strong and skilled enough to meet and overcome the trial. There had never been a challenge too great that he hadn't been able to overcome. Until now. Ryan knew he had failed. Knew he hadn't met the challenge. His body slumped down, taking on a position of defeat. "I'm sorry....too...big...your dick...too fucking...big...sorry" Ryan gasped out between breaths, his lungs burning with the same sensation he sometimes experienced in the pool when he held his breath for too long in an attempt to win a heat, his hand rubbing his sore jaw, tender and almost unhinged as the cock had pumped in and out, forcing him to open wide to accept the thick appendage. "Let me try...Let me try again....I can do better....will do better..." the jock stated in a staccato cadence. The look of disappointment on Eugene's face akin to the look Coach Jones would give him when he knew he could do better, when he knew Ryan was slacking in his commitment to honing his skill and craft at swimming. And while the call to overcome the physical challenge of handling the nerd's dick was certainly rolling around Ryan's brain, underlying all of this was something that scared him...the unexpected fact that he was incredibly turned on and horny at being the nerd's cock-sucker. The surrendering of the power to Eugene and being reduced to nothing but a toy for the nerd's pleasure was unanticipated but the sexual enjoyment he was experiencing was undeniable. It certainly made him question his rapidly evolving sexuality, his own preferences, his own role in the sexual hierarchy...but these were questions for later. He still had to prove himself tonight. Ryan collected himself and once again raised himself up on his knees, wiping the drool and dribble off his chin with the back of his hand, while his other hand reached out, stretching to take hold of Eugene's bobbing dick, to guide it back to his mouth so he could redeem himself and prove that he could meet the challenge. Ryan was momentarily stunned as Eugene slapped his reaching hand away from his own pulsating nerd dick. "Fuck off, man. Don't even think I'm going to waste my time again. You can't even handle my dick." Ryan looked dejected, almost disappointed that Eugene was threatening to deny him the opportunity to redeem himself, to prove to himself that he could meet and beat the challenge, to indulge his own lusts. Ryan almost pleaded with the nerd "C'mon man. Please. I can do better. Will do better. Just give me a chance. I'll do anything. Just let me try." Eugene smirked. "You really do have a fucking problem listening, don't you Ryan. Anything? I already told you once to be careful with your words, that you might regret them" Grabbing Ryan once again by the hair, Eugene sharply tugged upwards and began to pull. Ryan was forced to stand up, to rise up off his knees and onto his feet as the force Eugene exerted turned him into a puppet, forced to bend and move at the nerd's will. Eugene pushed Ryan onto the bed, the jock landing on his ass in a seated position while the nerd once again stood over him. Eugene repeated "Anything? We'll see if you mean that." ************************************************************************* Well, that's it for chapter 3! Did you love it and want to see the conclusion of this encounter? Did you hate it and are upset you wasted yet another 15 minutes of your life reading this story? Write me at [email protected] and let me know. I'd love to hear what you think and what you'd like to see. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/true-slave-life-stories/slave-helot-at-the-slave-market | Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2024 22:04:42 +0000 From: Marturio Helot Subject: True slave life stories: slave helot at the slave market Author's note: This story will be part of a series of stories depicting the true exciting hard life of an experienced trained slaveboy named helot. All that is written has had place for real. This is the description of a one day slave exposure, training and abuse at a gay slave market in a gay SM Club 'The Boots' in Antwerp, Belgium. slave helot's socials: on X @HMarturio on Recon/Romeo/Fetlife @helot4u . Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Slave Auction, Slave Market, Oral and Anal Sex, Masters and Slave, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training and Humiliation. Report of slaveboi helot at the slave market at The Boots (November 10th 2024) boi had been ordered to meet with Master Max by 3pm at the entrance of the gay club The Boots in Antwerp. It wasn't the first time for boi, but each time is different and everything depends on who is attending and by Whom slave will be bought. Also this time it was with Master Max. He had assured me that after boi had done its slave service to the Master who bought it, He would tie me up and give me a good hard demo spanking for the spectators after which boi would be 'free' to be abused and trained by any other excited Master. So boi had been excited yet anxious for a couple of days already. Having trained its slavebody more than usual, ransioned foods, going to the solarium, slavebody shaven smoothly, moisturized and oiled to make sure it looked as attractive as possible to its future Masters. At 2.55pm boi showed up at The Club wearing only its beige t-shirt, jeans short, and working shoes. boi already knew that Master Max wants His bois to show in public nude under its shorts. No underwear allowed. Master Max was already there at time also. boi greeted its Master. He gave me a big grin. 'How are you, boi? Ready for some hard training?' i gulped. 'Yes, Sir!' The main door wasn't open yet, but there were already 6 people waiting at the stairs before us. So we chatted a bit, about that He was looking forward to this, that He brought some toys with Him: a hard flogger, His favorite spanking bat, a whip, some nipple clamps. I thanked Master and grew a bulg in my shorts in anticipation. Some minutes after 3pm the doors opened. We entered, had to register and went straight into the dressing room. 'Undress, boi!' The small room was already quite crowded. I was stark naked almost instantly. 'Show yourself, boi!' Master Max ordered. I saw all the others looking. I put my hands behind my head and opened my legs and slowly turned around. I felt everyone watching and enjoying my humiliation. 'Mmm, nice! You will be a great slave to auction, boi!' Master gave a hard slap on my buttocks 'Continue boi, I will be waiting upstairs at the bar!' 'Yes, Sir!' i answered low volume while humiliated and feeling my cock grow again. I put on my steel necklace, my leather restraints. I had to bent down for this and felt several hands, butts and dicks rubbing against my butt quite deliberately for sure as they left the small room. When i was ready, i went upstairs. There were already around ten men waiting at the bar. Master Max was in the far corner looking at His cellphone, never minding me. On the left there was already one slave put ready, waiting on a wooden bench behind chains, totally naked, a black canvas bag put over his head. A slave before me at the bar just was ready and joined the first slave. 'You want to be auctioned?' a man in Dominant black leather asked me. 'Yes, Sir!' i answered decided. 'Fill out this form, boi! Mention your preferences and your don'ts well too!' He looked at me. 'Mmm, nice body! You're going to bring up some money for sure!' He said while He grabbed me by the shoulder and made me turn around, touching and squeezing my muscles which i tensed instinctively. He took a black permanent marker and wrote a number on my left chest. 'You're number 4 from now on, boi! Are you going to remember that?' i answered 'Yes, Sir!' The man smiled. 'Well, well, looks and brains! Really nice! Now fill in the form, boi.' i checked everything possible, except for fistfucking. I felt the man watching and agreeing excited as i checked yes to so many things: suck, fuck, gangbang, cage, hoist, bondage, tit play, soft impact play, hard impact play, cbt, wax, electro. 'Can i put a remark too, Sir?' i asked. 'What possibly could you ask more, boi?' But, yeah, sure you can!' i wrote 'Can be trained hard by multiple Masters at the same time' The man looked at me and smiled viciously 'Mmm, well, sure, we can promote that, boi!' Now go sit next to the other slaves. I bent under the chain. He put a bag over my head making everything totally black and pinched my nipples hard. 'Enjoy, boi!' and He went on. boi was waiting under its hood. I felt the other slave to my right side. Soon one to the left side. I heard by the noise that now many more men were entering. Some were closer, checking us out, giving comments too. My cock grew into erection being exposed like this. Thinking about the possibiltiy to be bought by a really sadistic Master even made me harder. I am pretty sure i was the only slave presenting with an erection. I could hear that from the comments. Suddenly a sharp pain in both my nipples. 'Looks like you are quite excited, boi! There already is much interest in you!' i recognised the voice of Master Max as He pinched my tits very hard and made me moan in pain. He squeezed my swollen balls hard and slapped my hard pole. Then He went away. Surely His intention was to get even more attention to me, which hearing from the comments, had worked. Then the music was muted. 'Welcome to the slave market! The slaves are all set up now. We have a nice bunch this time. 10 slaves in total. Some really nice specimens too, I must say! Hopefully they will bring up a lot of money. Remember that a part of Your contribution goes to a good purpose, which is Sensoa. A lot of possible buyers this time too. At least 25 I can count I think. Well, let's go for it! You all have 5 minutes now to go and check out the merchandise. Only some slight touching and checking out though, no sexual acts yet. That's for the buyers only!' 'Stand up, boi!' i recognised the voice of Master Max. i obeyed immediately. He twisted my nipples again. 'Turn around slowly and show your slavebody to the crowd, boi!' With my cock still half in erection, i obeyed directly, realising i was the only one in the line being in the spotlight now. When i was turned with my back to the crowd He slapped my buttocks. 'Spread your legs and bend over boi! Show your hole!' i obeyed immediately. Quite humiliated hearing some loud comments. Another slap on my butt. 'Good boi!' Sit down now!' i heard the crowd was amused. Master Max chose two other slaves and ordered the same to them. I was waiting for more checking out but no one else of the crowd seemed to dare step forward to check out the slaves, which was weird to me. After a couple of minutes the music muted again. 'Let's begin the slave market. We will pull numbers out of the bag.' I hoped i wouldn't be one of the first ones. I had been one of the first before on previous slave markets and it isn't advantageous. The bids are still lower in the beginning. Mostly they need to 'warm up'. 'Number 4!' Shit! That's me. The very first one! I was pulled from under the chains, my black canvas bag was removed and i was put in the spotlight. Now i saw how many people there were. The place was totally crowded, men of all ages smiling excited. 'What a fine specimen we have here to begin with, gentlemen!' the presentator shouted enthousiastically. He turned me around. 'And it is quite experienced too, it seems! Bondage, cages, hoisting, fuck, suck, lick, spit, tit play, cock ball play, soft impact play, even hard impact play, wax play, electro, mmm, nice! Almost everything is possible with this slave, except for fistfucking, no hard ball play either, and preferably no dog play or piss too, but it's possible. And, oh, wait, i have a nice remark here. It is written: boi can be trained hard by multiple Masters at the same time! Haha, that's nice! We don't have that all the time right?' The crowd agreed loudly. 'Now, let's start the bidding! What a hot piece to start with!' To my surprise the bidding went very fast. It was bidding between several men. I couldn't really check them out very well Them being in the dark and with the spotlight shining in my eyes. 5-10-15-20-25-30-35... That went very fast from one to the other. Now it stopped. 'Come on, surely this gorgeous piece is worth more than that! Just see all the things you can do with it!' The bidding went on. 40... 45! That seemed to be the final bet. 'Sold! To the gentleman in the corner there'. 'Open your mouth, boi!' i opened my mouth and the presentator shoved the slave form in my mouth. 'Now go and use that hot slavebody of yours to please your Master. Looking at His face you will have a good hard time! Just what a boi like you needs!' I was pushed in my new Master's direction. He was a fit older quite muscular man, around 55-60 years old, with a 3mm beard, wearing a black t-shirt and long black jeans. He smiled at me eagerly, clearly happy with His purchase. He didn't hesitate for one moment and started checking me out all over, rubbing my chest, punching my chest, twisting my nipples, rubbing and punching my stomach, touching my dick and balls, carressing my back, spanking my buttocks. 'Mmm, very nice! A solid strong boi! We're gonna have some real hard fun with it, right, John?' and then He turned to the man just behind Him. Just then i noticed the other man. Also an older but fit excited man with a full white beard. He approached me too now. He immediately took my nipples and pinched His nails in them ever harder making me moan in pain. He looked me deep in the eyes. I knew that look. This was a true sadist. He enjoyed my helpless begging look. And smiled. 'Mmm, nice! He can take a bit for sure!' He released His torturing grasp. Then the first Master (i will call Him Master 1 from now on) kissed my mouth sliding His tongue deep in without hesitation while He grabbed my balls and squeezed them. Not too hard but enough to be uncomfortable. He kissed long and deep. Then played with my nipples. I saw the men next to Them watching my abuse. Feeling jealous. Master 2 spanked my buttocks and started probing my butthole too. I reacted to the intensity. My cock started growing hard unvoluntary. Master 2 immediately saw it. 'What a fucking hot bitch this is!' He shouted out enthousiastically. 'We are going to have so much fun with you, boi! You're gonna love the abuse!' Master 1 laughed also and agreed plenty. While the rest of the auction went on, the two Masters abused me without stop. Their hands pinching and twisting my nipples, biting my nipples, slapping my chest, jerking me off, slapping and squeezing my balls, fingering my ass, slapping my buttocks. 'Get down on your knees, boi!' Master 1 opened His zipper. I knew what to do. 'Go easy, boi!' and i started sucking slowly. The Master's cock grew hard. He started jerking more , then thrusted deep with force. All this while Master 2 now had taken position behind me and put His arms over my shoulders and grabbed both my tits squeezing them hard. I yelled in pain. To no vain. Only the bystanders could hear it, and They surely enjoyed it too. The intense abuse just continued. My cock stayed hard. Then they switched position. And it just continued. I tried to grasp some air whenever i could. My body was already dropping in sweat. In the meantime already around 8 slaves or so had been auctioned. The two Masters didn't pay any attention to it anymore. However i could notice that most sold slaves were just standing or kneeling besides their Master practically doing nothing but being carressed. Big contrast for sure with the performance i had to give with my two Masters. I considered myself lucky. I loved being handled rough by these two men. After all, that's the kind of slave training i need. 'Can't we go upstairs to the playrooms yet?' Master 1 asked to one of the bystanders. Seemed not. Master 1 grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard and dragged me more to the entrance where there was more room. He pushed me with my back against a metal frame. 'Hold your arms up spread and take the bars!' He started playing with my nipples again. Harder and harder. Untill i couldn't but start shouting out in pain. He enjoyed the attention and distraction. Kissing me again forcefully. Choking my neck. Then hurting my nipples again. Jerking me off. While He abused me i looked around to the other Masters and slaves checking me out. I got a hard slap on my cheek. 'Don't You dare checking out other Masters, boi! I hate that! You are mine now, boi! If You look at other Masters I can get really angry, and you wouldn't like that, boi!' 'Yes, Sir!' i answered immediately. He smiled and started kissing me some more with His full tongue. The auction was almost at its end, only a few more slaves to go. Master 2 stayed watching while Master 1 fully enjoyed playing some more with my slavebody. He really loved it, making me moan in pain or making me shout out in pain. Now He also concentrated on my cock and balls. My cock got hard and He loved to smack it hard with the palm of His hand or squeeze it as hard as He could. I instinctively kept my head bowed down but He didn't like that. He slapped me in the face 'Keep your head up, boi!' He wanted to look me in His eyes. He enjoyed my pain reaction grimasses. He wanted me to play with His nipples too, massaging them softly, while He pinched, pulled and twisted mine as hard as He could. He spit me full on into my face, waiting for my reaction. I just accepted it. 'You, slut! Dirty slut! You like that hey?' I did not at all really. But I answered 'Yes, Sir!' i had to go down on my knees and suck His cock which wasn't really hard. I had to do it gently. Each time He felt my teeth, i got punished. Then i had to turn around against the steel bars. And He gave me some real hard slapping on my buttocks. It echoed loudly, getting the attention of other Masters still following the slave market. One thing He didn't do was probing my ass. He didn't seem to be interested in that. When the Master saw the slave market was finished and that the door to the playrooms opened, He grabbed me hard by my cock and balls and dragged me via the bar passing many others, some of which couldn't resist spanking my butt. He passed Master 2 also. 'Come on, let's go to the playrooms. I really want to make this one suffer!' We went upstairs. It was the first time for Him at the club, so He checked out every space there was, still holding me firmly by my cock and balls. He wasn't interested in the slings and darkrooms on the first floor. But the second floor with all the SM possibilities He liked more. I noticed there was something new. A steel examination table by the far wall, next to the electric pulley. Yes, that He liked. I had to lay down on my back on it, my arms raised high and He attached my wrist and ankle restraints to the steel legs. My cock getting hard again. Giving the wrong signal always. Master 1 smiled. He squeezed my already painfully abused nipples hard. 'You seem to like it, hey? You fucking slut!' Then a long abuse and torture started. Both Master 1 and Master 2 went for it. Hard nipple play, they both also liked to bite in them, hard spanking of my chest, belly and legs, balls abused, my cock abused, my mouth being fingered deep untill choking, breath control. I gasped for air. Moaned. Shouted out in pain. My slavebody dripping in sweat. They really had Their fun. I noticed there were quite some bystanders too approaching close now. Some of Them carressing me without asking. Master 1 told Them not to touch me. 'it is mine still now. i bought it! You'll have to wait.' and He lustfully continued abusing me. He did however enjoy to have the bystanders watching Him abusing and torturing me. After some time Master 1 was getting quite tired. 'I need to take a short break!' He said to Master 2. 'You keep on playing, ok? Don't let others take him away!' Master 2 smiled. 'Now i have you all alone for myself, boi!' He looked me in the eyes, evilish. Until now it had been mostly Master 1 who had been very active, but i came to know the real Master 2 now. 'I have a confession to make. I am actually a very sadistic Master. I am sorry i haven't brought my candles and whips from home. I would love to use them on you!' He looked me very deep in the eyes, smiling viciously. He spit me in the full face. Then He really started working on me. He pinched His nails deep in my tits as hard as He could. I shouted out in pain. He bit my tits. He bit my balls. He bit my cock. He bit my ears. He bit my inner thighs. He bit my tongue. And lips. He rubbed His big rough beard against my nipples using it as sandpaper. He probed my ass with His fingers hard and rough. He spanked my chest hard. Punched my stomach. My biceps. My legs. I had to suck His cock. Two bystanders had approached. This Master however didn't mind sharing me. One occupied Himself fingering my ass and cock, the other my mouth and nipples. The hard wanking of my cock made me hard and wanting to come. I started moaning heavily. I tried to escape but They held me tight. Ever harder and harder jerking off. I had no chance to resist. I came full on high in the air. I knew it would feel great but dreaded the rest. I knew these guys wouldn't release me. I was sure They would make me endure an unbearable post-orgasm torture. I knew this type of Masters all too well. I was right. They continued so hard. I shouted out in despair, trying to escape to no vain. At that moment Master 1 came back. He was furious. 'What the fuck! You fucking slut! Did i allow you to be played by others? You fucking bitch!' Master 2 smiled and looked at me sadistically. Master 1 should have been mad on Him, but He raged on me. Master 1 was fully energized again and He restarted His abuse and tortured on my already wasted slavebody. Together with Master 2. And the two bystanders just waited and enjoyed watching me getting trained real nice. After what must have been around 2 hours since the moment i had been auctioned, Master 1 had had His fun. 'I will set you free now, boi! There are surely many more who want to play with you. Bye now, you've been a good boi!' They released me and He and Master 2 left the playroom. I tried to recuperate a bit. Sitting on the steel bed for a while. I stepped into the next room where i saw Master Max, also just getting finished with a rope bondage session with the slave He had bought. The slave was a beginner. Master Max had put suction cups on his tits. 'How do you like them, boi?' The other slave answered it was painfull. Master Max laughed. 'Here' and Master Max pulled out some nasty alligator clamps out of His bag 'These are painfull! Just try them on your fingers.' The other slave agreed. 'Ouch, that's too much!' he reacted. Master Max laughed. 'No, they're not too much!' Master Max looked at me with an evil grin. 'Come here, boi! Hands behind your neck!' and He clamped the vicious clamps on my already super sensitive tits. I had to restrain myself of shouting out in pain. 'See! They are just perfect!' Master Max smiled. 'Now let's go and have a drink!' Both the other slave and me kneeled at the side of Master Max at the bar. We were both offered a drink. My tits started to really hurt by the alligator nipple clamps now. Master Max was talking to His new slaveboy. Suddenly i felt a sharper pain in my tits. Someone was twisting both clamps. I looked behind me. It was Master 2 again. He greeted Master Max while tugging the chain and making me moan in pain. 'Is this slave Yours?' Master Max nodded satisfied. 'Hi, this was the boi we bought. It really is a good slave! It really can take a lot. It is trained well!' Master Max was clearly happy with this comment. 'Can i use it a bit more later?' He asked while twisting the clamps really hard now, making me scream in pain. Master Max smiled. 'For sure! But i am going to have some fun myself with him first!' 'Thanks! See you later!' Master 2 answered enthousiastically. All this while a bunch of other men beside us were witnessing the conversation. Master Max joyfully continued His conversation with the other boy. Then the boi asked if he could remove his vacuum nipple cups. 'Sure!' Master Max said and immediately release the boy of his discomfort. I was hoping Master Max would release mine too, because they hurt really bad. I took the risk. 'Sir, can i remove my nipple clamps too, Sir?' i was relieved by the answer. 'Yes, boi.' i gently released the pressure from the clamps causing sharp pain one after the other. 'Hands in your neck, boi!' i obeyed fearfully. Master Max squeezed my tortured tits with both hands making me twist in pain, looking straight in my eyes, enjoying my pain reaction. Then massaging it more gently. 'Thank You Sir!' Master Max smiled 'You can thank me for what I am going to do to you now, boi! I am going to give you some good spanking training now, boi!' and He took me by the cock and dragged me behind Him on the stairs. On the second floor Master looked around for a good place to tie me up. 'I will need some room to give some good swings.' He informed. We went to the last room on the second floor again. There He attached me with bondage rope to the steel cages with my legs open. I got a really hard beating, first with His flogger, then with His dreaded short hard rubber spanking bat which is really nasty. My back, my buttocks, my legs, my inner thighs. Sharp pain. Ever harder and harder. Sweat poured down my back. I started shouting in pain. Which attracted a bunch of interested viewers. Master continued beating me hard. Until i begged to stop silently. Some more hard slaps. 'Tell me, boi, on a scale from 1 to 5, how hard is this for you?' i thought i could bear some more. Be brave. 'Three, Sir!' Master Max was kind of surprised with my answer but was quite pleased. 'Let's make it even harder for you then, boi!' He smiled sadistically. And a new wave of really hard painfull slaps landed on my buttocks in fast rythm. I almost didn't have time to take a breath. It came to a climax eventually. 'Now, boi, on a scale from 1 to 5?' it was close, but i hadn't really reached my limit yet, so i said '4, Sir!' Master Max smiled, but was quite exhausted from the hard whipping too. 'Let's keep the number 5 for our next SM weekend next week, boi!' Released i answered 'Thank You Sir!' and was released from my bonds. I stepped away and a bunch of around 8 men asked me to show Them my swollen buttocks and wanted to feel the raging red swells too. Then slowly i left the room, while Master Max occupied Himself of another slave already. I needed some time to recuperate. I went down on the first floor. There weren't too many men there. There were only slings. I put myself in the center cage holding a sling. Legs up, arms up and closed my eyes. I knew it wouldn't take long before there would be interested men showing up but i thought i could at least have some minutes break. I usually start counting in my head untill there is action again. Usually i can count up to 150 -200 - 300 sometimes. So i started counting. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 then suddenly sharp pain in my slavehole. Without a warning someone had sneeked up on me and plunged His big thick cock all the way in. I hadn't expected this. Not this fast. Not this way. Being startled i kind of cramped totally anally giving massive pain. He thrusted 3 to 4 times more. It was really painful. Totally cramped up. I begged him to stop. Which He did. He pulled out. Spit in His hands and started fingering my slavehole. The cramps were gone quite fast. I could relax more again, spreading open. Then after just some seconds, without saying anything, He put His cock into me again, but more easily. This time i could handle it. As soon as He realised i could take it this time He started thrusting hard and deep again. I closed my eyes. Being just a fuckhole now. This Master wasn't big, but He had quite some force. He loved really going all the way. The sling shot forward, His cock exited, the sling came back, His cock fully entering my hole again. He did it harder and harder. I had the impression the sling was thrusted forward at least 30 centimeters only to come back on His cock again with force. It made some hard sounds. Clap - Clap - Clap. Almost as if my buttocks were spanked. He must have had really good condition because He just kept on thrusting so hard. At least 30 times. Then He alternated it with jerking sideways forcefully with His cock fully deep in me. Then He thrusted forward again. He kept on fucking me really long. 'Yeah, fucking bitch, that's what you need!' suddenly He was verbal, and He wasn't Dutch , He was English speaking. Must have been an American judging at His accent. I saw there were some bystanders now, enjoying watching the hard fuck. He didn't mind. He continued vividly. Then suddenly as He had come, He disappeared too. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and started counting again. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12. Again without a warning, i got fucked all the way in. After some seconds i realised. It was the same guy again. He was a real stallion! Same hard force and energy. A couple of minutes again. Now He constantly humiliated me verbally. Also abusing my nipples. Punching my balls. Crushing my hard cock. Spitting on me. Slapping my face. Putting His hand deep in my throat. And again, just as sudden as he had come in, he left again. I was left catching my breath again. Didn't want to leave. Hoped i could take some short rest now. Started counting again. 1-2-3-4. Now i felt some icecold fingers touch my nipples. I moaned in despair. No chance for rest tonight! However this time i was more lucky. This older man enjoyed carressing me, massaging my nipples, touching me all over, edging me, sucking my cock... Oh yes, i needed this so badly. After all the abuse and pain. This man did great. 'You are such a hot boi!' He said. Praising me. Making me all horny. I started feeling getting an orgasm. I was enjoying so much. Trained as i am, i asked. 'Please, Sir, can i come, Sir?' i was lucky this time. 'Oh, yes, boi, let yourself totally go!' He answered with a big satisfying smile. My body jerked uncontrollably. I moaned loud. Attracting other men, i know, but i didn't care. I came with big spurts and almost cried it out. It was so good. The man was really pleased. 'Thank you, boi! I really enjoyed that!' the man said as He rubbed my spurts of sperm all over my chest and licked his fingers. 'Thank You Sir!' i responded with a big smile. Satisfied the man left. I knew i had attracted some other men with my spectacle. They had been lining up. They cleaned my chest and started fucking my hole hard again, playing my nipples, deepthroating me with their hands. I was totally wasted now. Couldn't resist anymore. The three men one after the other fucked me quickly and left. I decided to better get out of the Sling now and went downstairs. I saw Master Max was talking with the two interesting new boys He had met. i greeted my Master. He smiled back to me. I wanted to tell Him about my experience i just had, but He was already talking with the two others. I didn't want to bother Him with my experiences. So i took a chair and placed myself behind His back. Just silently. In case He would need me. Only some moments later i saw Master 2 entering the bar looking for something it seemed. He came up to me. 'Ah, there you are, boi! I thought you had left!' And without asking He started abusing my nipples again real hard with His nails. 'I want to make you suffer some more before i go, boi!' i didn't really feel like it anymore but i said. 'Yes Sir! Thank You Sir!' Master Max took a quick glance at me and continued His conversation. Master 2 went all the way again. Hard nipple play, cock ball play, throat abuse, forced tongueing, hard slapping on my chest, thighs and buttocks, He started biting me hard all over my body. All this while i was still sitting on the bar stool. Unfortunately with a hard cock again. Which made the Master draw wrong conclusions again. I yelped and shouted in pain. Making Master Max turning around His head from time to time, and continuing His conversation again too, clearly approving my abuse and pain. 'We will meet again, boi! Next time i want to use hot candle wax on that slavebody of yours. And use my collection of whips!' Master 2 informed me enthousiastically. He gave me His recon profile and ordered me to send Him a message so we could keep in contact. I thanked Him. And with a smile and a deep tongue kiss He left. By now the time was 22h30. I couldn't believe all these hours had passed. Most people were gone. Master Max and i left satisfied.'That was a good warm-up training for next weekend, hey, boi?' He smiled. I agreed. 'Yes, Sir, it was. Thank You Sir!' 'Prepare yourself, boi! Next weekend will be some levels up!' He referred to the weekend Master Andreas has rented in a well-equipped SM appartment in Essen, Germany, together with Master Max and Master Guido. 'Yes, Sir! boi will do its best, Sir! Thank You Sir!' The End ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you liked the story! You can enjoy pictures and videos on my X @HMarturio or on Recon/Romeo/Fetlife @helot4u Please feel free to give some comments, remarks or suggestions at [email protected] If enough positive feedback is coming, i would like to share some other stories of my life as slave. Thank You! slave helot |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/true-slave-life-stories/slave-helot-at-folsom-2024 | Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2024 20:57:44 +0000 From: Marturio Helot Subject: True Slave Life Stories: Slave Helot at Folsom 2024 Author's note: This story will be part of a series of stories depicting the true exciting hard life of an experienced trained slaveboy named helot. All that is written has had place for real. This is the description of a one day slave exposure, training and abuse at the unique streetfair Folsom Europe 2024 in Berlin. Pictures and videos had been taken. You can check them out on helot's X @HMarturio or on Recon/Romeo/Fetlife @helot4u . Categorization: Gay, Authoritarian, Oral and Anal Sex, Masters and Slave, Body Worship, BDSM, Slave Training, Outdoor, and Humiliation. Report of slaveboi helot at Folsom Berlin 2024 boi had never been to Folsom, but it really liked the opportunity of being exposed as slave in the public. It had contacted several of its regular Masters, yet no one seemed to able or willing go. Finally it contacted Master Andy who it had been trained and abused hard by on the latest KörperKult SM sports weekend. To the boi's fear and excitment the Master answered and agreed enthousiastically. The Master said He would love to expose me as His slave in the open public, meet up with some friends of His and show me off, take me to a darkroom of a gay bar and abuse me hard as it should be abused hard. Allowing and inviting excited bystanders to train, abuse and torture its slavebody too. boi got totally excited by this answer, yet quite anxious too. It would be another hard experience for sure! We would meet at the streetfair itself. It opened at 12h and boi should be there sharply. Around 11h45 boi entered the Fuggerstrasse, still clothed. There were already quite some people. All completely dressed. boi had checked from before. Total nudity was not allowed, so Master had instructed me to wear a very slutty shorts, exposing most of my slavebody feeling naked anyway. I saw many subs and slaves but no one was in bare chest or legs. It was rather cold too, nearly 15°C. I sent a message to Master Andy that i would dress up in one of the public toilets in the Fuggerstrasse, telling Him that it hasn't seen any bareskinned slaves asking Him if i should be bare. 'Ofcourse! Get geared up, boi! Master will wait for you when you come out!' was His answer. I entered the toilet box and undressed completely. Put on my steel ball ring, my leather restraints, my slavemask, my slavecollar, and my nipple clamps chain, and finally as only clothing my slutty looking jeans printed underwear shorts. Then i rubbed a small amount of shiny body oil all over my slavebody. The excitment and humiliating anticipation put me into an uncontrolable rockhard erection which was clearly visible in the shallow underpants. With bouncing heart, i stepped outside. I immediately felt many eyes pointing at me, priming me, checking me out totally, with amusement and Primal lust. I desperately looked around for Master, but He wasn't there. There i stood, almost completely naked with a clearly visible yet covered erection! Many people passed by. I felt totally humiliated, yet very excited too! I took on a slavepose, hands behind my back, chest out, belly in, one leg slightly bent. I noticed people got closer, checking me out better, taking pictures of me too. I felt totally embarrassed , yet rockhard. After about 5 minutes not seeing my Master, i sent Him a message asking where He was. 'Watching you from the other side of the street, boi! You look so hot! People just love staring at your hot slavebody, boi! I am coming now. Prepare for a hard time!' My heart pounded in my throat and i saw Master coming up to me. He smiled excited and sadistically. He started checking out my slavebody very profoundly, knowing all too well that so many people were watching and enjoying the show! Then He dragged me just a bit further to this public streetbar and made me sit on a bench. 'We're gonna have a beer first, boi!' i had to sit sideways between His legs, my back leaning into His chest. He turned and pulled my nipple clamps, fingered my mouth, squeezed and hit my balls and still rock hard cock. 'I'm gonna have so much fun with you today, boi!' He said sadistically. 'Yes, Sir! Thank You, Sir!' i answered obediant and totally excited too. He was drinking His beer at ease and let me know that some friends of His were on Their way. Shortly after 3 men showed up in leather gear. All Dominant Masters. They greeted Master. 'Mmm... You were right. It is a treat! What a fucking hot toy!' They all started checking me out really closer and hard. 'We're going to have an amazing day!' They said. They commented a lot more but often i couldn't understand everything, since They all spoke German and my native language is Dutch. Master finished His beer. He removed my slave collar, and put His own collar with chained leash on me. 'Let's check out the street fair' He said and tugged on the chain dragging me to follow Him. By now the streets were already filled up quite nicely. I still felt like i was the only one nearly naked, which attracted a lot of looks and smiles. Master liked passing close to other people, making me touch the passers-by. Most of them clearly enjoyed it. I felt hands rubbing my buttocks all the time. Sometimes got a hand spank too. Master just loved stopping at groups of Masters and socializing a bit, showing me off as His property. It felt just great! When He joined a group socializing a bit, Master loved to humiliated me in front of Them. Making me kneel, choking me between His legs, flogging me, twisting my clamped tits, kicking me in the balls. He just loved showing His Total power over His toy in public! The 3 friends of the Master took some time checking me out thoroughly. Each one probing my mouth, judging my suck qualities and throatfuck quality. Making me squirm in pain by twisting my clamped tits which started to get quite painfull after being clamped for more than half an hour by now. 3 pairs of hands stroked, twitched and pulled all over my body. There were 2 of Them who really liked to grab a muscle and squeeze as hard as They could. The 3d one was more focussed on my balls and cock. Slapping my balls and punching and squeezing my hard dick. Bystanders enjoyed the show. Many took pics and videos without even asking. I was just a public paintoy to be played with. The only one in the streets for now, as far as i could tell. About what i guess must have been around 20 minutes They had enough and parted away. Master told me i was a good boi. He was proud of me. He tugged on my chain leash and we strolled further down the Fuggerstrasse. Master really enjoyed showing His slavetoy out in the open. Whenever there was a gathering of Dominant Masters He came closer on purpose. He wanted a reaction. Always agreed if they asked if they could check me out. It was quite cold yet sunny outside with a strong freezing wind, but my slavebody was hot due to the constant rubbing, twitching, squeezing or spanking. Slowly Master walked from shop to shop, checking everything out and making sure as much people as possible had noticed Him and His willing toy. He stopped at the stand of the Quaelgeist Club. There was a public pranger, a cage and a bondage pole. Master didn't hesitate and asked if they could be used publically. They said yes. Master took me to the Cage. 'Get in it, boi!' i obeyed instantly and noticed that at least 30 people were standing before the stand waiting to see some action for sure. That was much to the liking of Sir Andy. Once in the cage He started carressing me, rubbing me all over with His short flogger. Probing my mouth. Twitching my painfully clamped tits. Abusing my balls and hard cock. He started using His flogger all over my body but especially my back, chest and cock. Not too hard yet. I noticed many people taking out Their phones and start filming. Then Master put His heavy boots on my erected cock and pushed hard and kicked. I groaned in discomfort. Then He started using His flogger again harder and harder on my chest, ripping hard on the clamps which had been painfully squeezing my slavetits for well over one hour by now. Clearly the crowd was pleased with the action. Unfortunately then a man from the stand came over and said that regrettably public harder flogging was not allowed, only carressing or light flogging. So Master continued some more lighter play untill He finally let me out. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, He tugged again on the chain and continued His stroll in the crowded street. 'Iwanna fuck you now, boi! Fuck You real hard!' Master told me as we proceeded step by step being squeezed in the now over crowded street. He tugged on the leash and let me to a bar called Prinzknecht. It was a gay bar. It was crowded in there too, but not too much. Master sat at the bar and ordered Himself a beer. We were just in a passway and i had to stand behind Master's stool. Many men noticed my nearly naked slavebody. Almost all touched either my back or buttocks. I had the feeling they could avoid it but did it on purpose. Some really took advantage and extensively rubbed my buttocks. Some even gave me a handspank. Master Andy laughed and enjoyed the attention His slave was getting. 'Get down on your knees, boi!' He turned Himself a bit outwards and grabbed my head and pushed it into his groin. He opened the buttons of His leather pants open and took at His big fat cock. 'Suck it boi!' He ordered me. I obeyed immediately knowing all too well i was just in a public bar and many others were watching us. He started twisting and pulling my titclamps which made me jump up and twist in pain. My nips had become so sensitive after having been clamped all this time already. However it gave me an erection too. Master noticed it and enjoyed playing some more, giving also some hard kicks with the tip of His boots in my balls and on my erected cock. He started flogging my back quite hard then too. All this while just sitting at a public bar. The bystanders were curious and enjoyed the scene too. When Master had had His fun and had finished His beer, He very openly and loudly said 'I'm gonna fuck your ass really hard now, boi!' Ashamed i answered 'Yes, Sir! Thank You Sir!' He stood up and pulled me brutally up and dragged me by His leash. We went to the back of the bar. I noticed some of the bystanders were following. There was a stairway downstairs into a basement cellar like darkroom. I noticed a couple of men checking out the room too. There was a 3-person black leather sofa put against the wall. Master sat in it and made me kneel in front of Him. He opened the buttons of His leather pants and took out His erected cock. 'Suck, boi!' He ordered , which i instantly did. The Master liked it very much. He grunted 'Yeah... Yeah, good boi!... Such a good boi!' He started flogging my back while i continued sucking His big hard cock. 'Yeah... I like it! I like it so much! Good boi!' and continued flogging my back. He put my head upwards and probed my mouth with His leather gloves. And flogged my still covered balls and hard cock. He ordered me to turn around, still kneeled, leaning against his groin with my buttocks. He pulled my head backwards and started whipping my balls and cock harder. 'you like it boi? Huh, do you like it? Yeah, you like it, I know. You like it so much!' Some more flogging. 'Go down!' i stood on all fours now, my butt pressed against His hard cock. He flogged my back some more. He tore my pants down. 'Such a cute ass!' He carressed it with his flogger. He flogged my back harder and harder. Then He stood up, took me by my head and threw me over into the leather couch, belly down. I felt a sudden sharp pain in my tits. The clamps had been snapped off painfully. I grunted in pain just as i felt the tip of His cock at my hole. No lube was given, no soft opening first. He thrusted hard and deep in one go, making me grunt in pain some more. His cock was tall and thick, plowing through my painspasms effortlessly. Strong deep fucks riding me in a fast rythm. I looked around and could see at least 5 men watching and enjoying the fuck. I figured at least double that were standing behind me who i couldn't see. 'Oh yeah! ... Oh, yeah! ... I'm gonna destroy that pretty ass of yours, boi! ' He shouted. He thrusted all He could now. Untill He came with an amazing energy and such loud cry of lust and pleasure that surely even everyone at the bar upstairs must have heard it too! I noticed the bystanders were very amused too, having enjoyed the scene they had just witnessed while stroking their hardened cocks. The Master sighed and relaxed, breathing heavily, sweat on His forehead. He shoved me aside tossing me on the ground and sat down in the couch. He ordered me to sit next to Him. 'You're such a good, boi! Such a hot, good boi! I have some more plans for you, boi! You're gonna like it! You will suffer allright! That's what you want, don't you, boi?' All i could say was 'Yes, Sir! Thank You Sir!' Master Andy didn't need much time to recover. 'Look at all the excited men here, boi, checking you out! I bet they would love to have a try on you too, boi! Don't you think?' 'Yes Sir!' i answered immediately . I certainly had noticed the 8 bystanders in the small dark room. They had enjoyed the little show a lot wanking off quite openly. Master Andy stood up and pulled me away by my chain leash into the adjacent basement room. As i passed some of the men, they deliberately leaned against me, touched me or spanked my buttocks. It was even darker in the next room. 3 more men were there. There was a black leather examination table. 'Lay down on your back, boi!' Master Andy instructed me. The table was short so that my knees were bent over the one end dangling my lower legs down. At the head end it was too short too so that my head barely touched the end of the table. 'Hands in your neck, boi!' 'Open your legs!' i realised now i was lying there totally exposed. I felt my dick growing real hard real quick. Already at least 6 men were closing up real close now. Master Andy enjoyed exposing His little slave slut. He started worying my body, rubbing me all over, massaging me, punching and twisting me. It only took a couple of seconds before i felt another pair of icecold fingers touching me. I never heard the question if it was ok doing that, they just did. Immediately after two new pairs of hands. I looked at Master Andy. He smiled back sadistically. He then took my blindfold and put it over my eyes. I sighed from excitment and anxious anticipation. The stroking hands quickly became more vicious now. Squeezing, spanking, mulching my muscles, punching my tits, twisting, biting, crushing my balls, slapping them, jerking my stiff cock off hard and relentlessly, squeezing it hard, slapping it, pulling it down to maximum and making it snap back up, being sucked, being bitten. It became intense really fast. They all enjoyed hearing my moaning and shouting in discomfort, lust and pain. 4 men each firmly held down my legs and arms so that i couldn't move too much trying to evade my abuse. Master Andy enjoyed using His flogger hard all over my body during the ordeal. Or He sucked and bite my cock real hard untill i cried it out. Or He took my head and pulled it down backwards over the edge of the table so that i could suck His raging cock at first, turning over in choking deepthroat fucking. All this while all the other men took parts in abusing and hurting my shaking naked slavebody. After Master Andy, immediately another man was putting His hard cock in my throat, making me suck him. I started to get quite exhausted, not having enough air too. I sighed deep in moments. Yet my cock remained rockhard. 'Are you ok, boi? Do you want to stop?' Master Andy asked with a bit of worry in His voice. 'Yes, Sir!' i answered immediately. And the abuse just continued. At least 3 of Them were really good in jerking me off, sucking me and edging me just perfect to the limit. I was suffering all over, but enjoying it too. I was so excited. Wanted to come so badly! The abuse just continued and continued. Then Master Andy gave me the order 'I want you to cum, boi! You have 1 minute!' I was thankful Master Andy allowed me to come finally, yet somewhat stressed if i could be able to come within a minute while all this abuse and pain on my slavebody distracted me somewhat too. But i didn't need to worry. I got in the mood instantly and after a short while my body started shivering, all tensed up and i had a massive painorgasm crying my lungs out, jerking uncontrollably and spurting out my massaged seed in a big jet. The men really enjoyed it and they augmented any abuse and pain as my orgasm went on. Soon extreme pleasure made room for intense discomfort as my cock continued to be worked over hard after i had cum. My nipples continued being twisted and bitten hard. The lust became sheer torture. I cried out loudly in pain, begging to stop, but my mouth got gagged by a strong pair of hands. I sweated all over, trying to escape now, but to no vain. A couple of minutes it still continued untill Master Andy asked me. 'had enough now, boi? Do you want to quit?' i have been trained never to ask to stop, so i answered ' Whatever You want, Sir!' Hoping He would say yes, that it's enough for Him. 'Yes, my good little boi!' He answered. 'Let's go upstairs and have a drink. All the hands glided away from my body. Master Andy slided away my blindfold and helped me getting up. I now saw all my abusers up close. They were smiling, clearly enjoyed it, tapped my buttocks and nodded. Master Andy dragged me away by my chain leash and we went upstairs. At the bar it was still crowded. Master Andy found one stool, i kneeled beside Him. He quickly became excited again and stroked my cock and balls with His boot. My cock grew again. He smiled. He took my tits with His two hands and pulled hard. 'You really can't get enough hey boi? What a fucking hot piece of slavemeat you are!' He said out loudly, making some men turn Their hands. 'Thank You, Sir!' i said and smiled at Him. After having finished His beer and having given me coke, He wanted to go outside again. The streets were even more crowded now. You couldn't pass without touching eachother. Many men enjoyed keeping sticked a bit onto my naked slavebody. We strolled into the two main streets. Then we arrived at the Quaelgeist Club stand again. The standing post was occupied on one side. 'Let's get you on the other side, boi! I am not experienced in rope bondage sadly, but I'll ask someone here.' Sadly no one was available or was interested in doing it. 'No problem, I'll just chain you up then and have some more fun with you, boi. Take some pics too. You can entertain the crowd a bit!' He smiled, twisting my nipples and pulling them up so i was forced to stand on tiptoes. 'Yes, Sir! Thank You, Sir!' i answered gasping. I had to stand back against the pole, legs open, hands behind my neck. Master Andy started working me over publically. Abusing my nipples. Squeezing all my muscles deeply. Hurting my balls. Fingering my mouth untill choking. Slowly carressing my body with His flogger. Forcing the tip of the flogger in my mouth. I looked at the crowd. They enjoyed what they were seeing. Laughing out loud. Commenting in different languages. It made me hard. Being publically exposed and humiliated like that. When Master Andy had had His fun with me at the standing pole, He whispered in my ear 'You are getting me all excited again, boi! I want to make you suffer some more, boi! I will take you back to the darkroom and have you abused some more! There probably will be even more people there, now! Would you like that, boi?' He asked grinning sadistically. i gulped, looked Him in the eyes and doubtingly said 'Yes, Sir! If that would please You, Sir!' The Master laughed out loud and twisted my tits hard. 'Yes, boi, Sir would surely like that!' He released the chain from the pole and pulled me by the chainleash again through the too crowded street. We really had to force ourselves through now. Many hands taking advantage of the situation carressing my butt or slapping it. We arrived at the bar. We could barely get in now. Master Andy grabbed me hard by my cock and balls now pulling me nearly into Him to follow Him as close as possible now. We went downstairs. It was already crowded in the first room, but the second room was totally full, probably 30 men in a space that wasn't more than 6m², some with pants down, some sucking eachother , but no one totally naked. I thought Sir would turn around, but instead He pulled my jeans shorts down and threw them on the ground and forced me into the leather table squeezing me in between 3 men that were doing their business. He pushed me down. I had to lay partly onto the other men. Almost immediately i felt hands touching my body all over. My dick was hard instantly. Master Andy started whipping me hard on my chest, thighs and cock. I felt the other men getting off the table. 'Legs open, boi! Hands in your neck!' He also forced my head backwards again leaning over the edge of the table so that i could easily suck cock or be throatfucked. This time the handling, slapping, punching, twisting, throatfucking was harder from the beginning. I reckoned there were still some men of the last time who already had abused me and knew already i could take quite a bit. But so many more hands i felt this time. I tried to feel them and count them but couldn't. My stiff cock had a burning sensation from all the rough handling. I guessed there were at least 3 men who favorited handling and edging my cock, sucking, biting, rubbing Their heavy beards on my glans, scratching Their fingernails on it. I grunted in lust, yelped and cried out at times. Which only made the men more excited and continue Their play even harder. I was held by 4 pairs of hands on my thighs and 2 pairs on my arms. I couldn't move one bit. My mouth constantly being forced in by other hard cocks, sucking them, being throatfucked. I didn't know where Master was anymore. Someone had blinded my eyes too now. I didn't feel any flogging anymore. For all i knew Master Andy could have even left me, being abused by all these excited perverted Predator Men. i started to panick somewhat, just as i heard Master's Andy's voice. 'Are you ok, boi? Can you handle it? Do you want to stop?' i hesitated. Then i answered 'No, Sir, if You like it, Sir!' i couldn't see Master Andy but i am sure He was smiling. 'haha, yes, boi, you bet i am liking this! You are amazing, boi! Such a good boi!' it gave me a boost again, still in quite a lot of pain and discomfort, but excited like hell too! i felt the need to cum hard again. Felt totally embarrassed to have to ask it like that in this totally crowded room. 'Sir?' i shouted. 'Yes, boi?' 'Can i please cum Sir? Please?' 'Yes, boi, give a good show boi!' 'Thank You, Sir!' i shouted and let my pelvic muscles do the work. It didn't take long before i had my second extreme painorgasm. I felt the room say WoW! Shouting and making compliments out loud. Totally humiliated but i didn't care, i loved the intensity of this orgasm. But it didn't take long, the abuse just continued, hard sucking and biting of my cock, hard twisting and pulling of my nipples, hard handspank and grabbing of my thighs and chest and stomach. It became too much now, post-orgasmic jerks and howls. I started begging to please stop, but got force fucked in my mouth to make me shut up. 'You will continue, boi! Until you cum again!' i heard my Master shout out loud, being applauded by the excited group of men. i couldn't say yes, or no for that matter. It was close to unbearable. I tried to fight back but was held down firmly. Sweat dripped from my body. my cock was so over-stimulated. It felt like someone held a flaming torch to it or that it would explode. But i was still rock hard! Trying to concentrate myself on getting the next orgasm so that it could end. I don't know how long it took, but surely several minutes after i was driven into a maddening seedless orgasm now. I yelled out, thrusting my head back and forth. Loud humiliating comments again. 'Good boi! Really good, boi!' Master shouted enthousiastically. 'do you want to stop now, boi?' i couldn't believe what i was saying: 'Whatever You want, Sir!' i heard the doubt in Master Andy's voice. 'do you want more, boi? Can you take more, boi?' 'if that is what You want, Sir!' Master Andy responded excited ' Damn, boi, yes, boi, i want to see you suffer even more!' i couldn't believe myself i could do that to myself. 'Thank You, Sir!' i yelped. I didn't have the power anymore to shout it out. Immediately the abuse restarted. Still having an erection. But really unbearable sensitive now. My nipples were mulch by now too, but they got bitten from both sides now. Swallowing another hard cock. 'Get your legs up, boi! ' Master Andy shouted. They were held by 4 men again. I felt the hard tip of Master Andy touch my hole. No preparation or moistering, He thrusted His hard thick pole deep into me in one go. The sharp pain made me yell, but it was muffled since i got throatfucked again. He ploughed deep and fast. It didn't take long before i heard Him getting His well-deserved orgasm and felt my guts warm up by His loads of sperm. He made a big primal yell. Pulled out and let my legs fall down. Exhausted He said to the others 'Continue! I'll take a rest now!' And the abuse just continued. My cock haxd become somewhat more flaccid, but got stimulated skillfully again into erection and it all started over again. Really hard, on all parts of my body. The 3 same men concentrating on my cock again. They were sucking my cock so hard, such painfull pleasure. It surely took about 15 to 20 minutes more. i was nearly losing my mind, being totally exhausted. And yet i felt another orgasm coming up. I wasn't sure i could handle one more. But i felt the climax approaching quickly. I tried to withstand it, because i knew it would hurt like hell. I decided to go for it, let it go, no matter what. I didn't want to beg Master anymore if i could come. He had been aside recuperating, maybe even left. My shaking body started struggling again against my torturers. More and more, up untill another mindfucking painfull seedless orgasm. Gasping for air. Exhausted as hell. Being throatfucked still tough. Tears rolling down my cheeks, but they couldn't see that since i was masked and blinded. Fearing for what was to follow now, more unbearable post-orgasm torture. But luckily almost immediately i heard Master's voice. 'i think you had enough now, boi! Come on down and thank your Masters!' I tried to get up, but couldn't. Strong arms pulled me up and turned me sitting up at the side of the table. Then i could get off. 'Thank You Sirs!' i shouted with the low energy i had still left. I got padded on my back by some, some clapped distinctively, most just left the show. Master Andy led me away from the table by my leash. He wanted to put back on my shorts, but He didn't find Them anymore. He looked around with His cellphone light, but they we're gone. Shit!! I didn't have any other clothes with me now! Fuck! We were both too dozed out and Master Andy decided to crash down into the couch in the other room, me firmly squeezed against Him. 'You are such a good boi! I like you very much!' 'Thank You, Sir!' i said proudly. I meant it too! After some time we got up again, still without my shorts. I thought i had lost my favorite shorts, feeling a bit bummed about it. They we're my favorite shorts. Also worried i would have to go back totally naked into the streets now! But as we approached the stairs to go up, i noticed my shorts laying down against the wall. It made me happy and we went upstairs. Master Andy stood at the bar and ordered Him a beer and a coke for me. I had to kneel down. Lots of people almost fell over my legs. But Master Andy seemed to enjoy that. When He finished His beer He wanted to go out again on the street. It was still as crowded as before, even more if that was even possible. We passed the stand of the Quaelgeist Club again. Master Andy saw that the pranger was free now. He had wanted to put me in it already from the beginning but it was always occupied. 'You want to go in it now, boi? He asked. I responded my standard answer i had been trained to say since so many years as a slave: 'if that would please You, Sir!' Master Andy smiled, and put me in it. Standing willingly fastened again before a big crowd checking me out, commenting, laughing loudly, taking pictures. As i was locked tight, He put my nipple clamps on my already well tortured hypersensitive titties, just on the tips of it, causing quite excrutiating pain. Causing an approving reaction from the crowd. Then Master started carressing me all over my exposed body with His flogger. He enjoyed the admiration of the bystanders. Then He started flogging me. But it didn't take long before He got a warning not to continue. He enjoyed exposing me like this some more and then finally released me. It was well past 6pm now. I couldn't believe it was that late already! Master Andy had to go. He kissed me long and passionate on the mouth while torturing my tits one final time. 'You have been such a good boi! I enjoyed making you suffer a lot, boi! You have pleased your Master a lot today, boi!' i thanked my Master heartily. And we parted ways. I got into one of the public toilets again and got clothed. Went out of Folsom, exhausted yet very pleased for this unique day! --- Hope you liked the story! 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/homophobic-dude | Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2024 11:01:44 +0000 From: lavish didi Subject: Homophobic Dude (Authoritorian) Homophobic dude requests directions by LavishDidi Last year, in December, I decided to go for a walk in the evening to get some air. It was a cold night and promised to rain, but I was wearing a hoodie. A friend called me and I was strolling through a parking lot, where I sometimes suck dick in the guys cars. It was after midnight, so there were very few cars. A white minivan turned around and stopped a few meters from me. He opened the passenger window, whistled at me and called out "Hey kid, come here!" I approached a little fearfully. I don't live in a dangerous area and I'm used to walking the streets late at night and I've never had any problems, but you never know... He was a young guy, no older than 35, with shaved hair, a military look, a close-cropped beard and a broad torso and arms without being too muscular. "Good evening, how are you?" "Yeah, look, I'm a bit lost here, a friend told me there was a strip joint or a whore house here. Any idea where it is?" I wanted to laugh. I did know there was something like that nearby, but I thought it would be closed by now. "I think so, but I can't tell you the name of the street. But I can look it up on the maps" "Come in and show me the way there. Is that all right?" I felt a chill in my spine as I looked at the material on his tracksuit pants. I felt like that could lead to something. I opened the door and got in. The car was spacious. It smelled of men's after-shave and sweat. I took a deep breath to calm my heart. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He picked up his cell phone and started making a call while I gave him some directions. "Hey man; look, I'm already here where you told me and I can't find the whore house you mentioned. Send me the address of that shithole." His friend said something I didn't understand. "And you don't even know, I caught a fag walking down the street." he laughed out loud. "Yeah man, a fucking faggot. He's taking me there." I was a bit scared, thinking he was going to hurt me. The conversation lasted a few more seconds and then he hung up. "You're a faggot, I saw right through you." I kept quiet. "I saw how you looked at this." He grabbed the bulge in his pants with his hand. "Do you want to suck it? I'll save some money if I don't have to pay to whores." I couldn't believe my luck. That exemplar of masculinity and roughness offering me his cock at random late at night. "Can I suck it?" I asked fearfully in my shy little voice. "You can and you should, gay boy. Just let me stop the fucking car somewhere. Tell me where I can stop and fill your mouth." I pointed him in the direction of a dead-end street that led to a field I know and he stopped there. It was pouring with rain and the car fogged up in three minutes. "Suck it faggot!!!" said the guy haughtily. "Yes, boss." I replied submissively. "That's right, you know what you're good for." I threw myself between his legs and pulled his cock out of his pants. He didn't have any underwear on. It was big and slightly crooked, a heavy cock. I licked it until it was fully erect. I sucked on his balls. He grabbed my face from the side and started thrusting his hard cock into my mouth, mercilessly. I choked. "No complaints faggot, open your mouth." He didn't give me a chance, he had me firmly in his strong arms. He took off his shirt and his chest was covered in tattoos. He was clearly military because of the tattoos. His veiny, thick and hard cock invaded my mouth, making me tense up. "Suck your boss's cock. I caught you in the street to suck me off, didn't you realize? Shaking your ass like some chick. Now suck it." He gave me some freedom and I started sucking his cock's head with strong suction while he jerked it. Every now and then he'd take his cock and slap my face with it while calling me names, it felt like a rock, so hard it was. I moaned. The rain hitting the windows was strong at that point. The musky smell of his balls and cock invading my nostrils as he fucked my throat without any concern for my well-being. I drooled all over myself, the seat of his car was all wet. I can't say how long the blowjob lasted, but I know my mouth was numb until he warned me: "I'm going to cum faggot, don't take your mouth off." He grabbed my face roughly again and held me steady while he grunted like an animal and filled my throat with hot cum. After a few shots of milk, I took my mouth away to breathe. My mouth was all fucked and spurting. "What a Fuckin' blowjob. I'll drop you off in the parking lot." Without saying another word, he left me where he'd picked me up and I went home in the rain, with cum on my stomach and one more hot experience to tell. NOTE: If you like my stories please subscribe to my site www.justfor.fans/lisbonfagcumdump and support my art. I'm also on X www.x.com/lxfagcumdump |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/how-manuel-keeps-his-vows | Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2024 06:31:54 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: How Manuel Keeps his Vows (authoritarian) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** **************************************************************** Some of my recent work: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-got-talent/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/timmy-and-tj/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/bathtime-with-my-son-lucas/ ***** *knock, knock* I heard crome outside my thick wooden door. "Ah, Manuel, you're late." "Sorry, Father," the boy at my doorstep replied. Manuel had been an altar boy for me for about a year now, once a bit of a scallywag but now a devoted Catholic desiring only to serve. I had taken him on when he was 12 from a local orphanage, and now, at 13, he was a strapping young lad. Alone in my office at the back of the church I parished, we were both dressed in our traditional black robes, Manuels arriving for his monthly extraction. "How has the last month been for you, Manuel?" I inquired as he sat on a wooden chair I had waiting for him. "Have you been able to resist your bodily urges?" "Yes, Father. I have been able to resist. I have not sinned, but it has been difficult." Of that, I had no doubt. He had been quite a handful when he first arrived. Like many orphan boys, he indulged in all kinds of sinful acts of self-pleasure when bored, so he was hesitant to stop many of the habits typically associated with boyhood. "You have come a long way since we began." I complimented. "How long since your last wet dream?" "16 days," Manuel squirmed, turning his head towards his lap, his hands grasping at his robes. "But I was able to repress it when I realised what was about to happen." "Good, Manuel. Very good. I remember a boy who would have just let it happen not so long ago. To lose control of the sin. Your control has become evident from your practice." "Thank you, Father, but I have not been perfect. I still have moments of doubt when I think about it. The temptation is still there. The urge to do it again..." "A natural consequence of your continued obedience, Manuel. Your body craves it, but you must overcome the urges using your heart and mind. So, with all of that said, was last month the last time you had release?" "Yes, it was... the last time, Father..." Manuel said, his hands still fidgeting at his sides, knowing we were getting closer to why he was here. "I must confess, Father, that sometimes I... leak." "When do you leak?" "Sometimes when I get dressed and sometimes in church. Sometimes, when I pray, too. No one can tell my condition under my robes, but I am often hard. I'll be standing there and feel something... emerge and then drip." "My dear boy..." I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are thirteen. Many boys your age are a chaos of masturbation, doing unto themselves multiple times a day. To become a priest like me, you must respect the temple that is your body, and I am here to guide you on that path. Now, let's get those robes off you and have you lie on my desk." I watched Manuel blush and swallow his nerves, the apprehension of what we were able to do smothering him. He didn't enjoy his monthly extractions, as was my intent, but I think he still wasn't used to some of the feelings that overcame him. His robes were effortless to remove; a brief white T-shirt and boxers were the only things shielding his teenage body from my eyes. At thirteen, he had yet to begin puberty. Darker-haired Italian boys like Manuel would often start puberty early, but he did not. Not a smidge of hair had yet adorned his underarms, and after yet another month, I still could not see that any had scarred his private flesh. I passed him an understanding smile as he climbed up onto my desk, his youthful penis swaying slightly before his turn, gracing me with the glory of his behind. His crack was deep; a part of him he had once been shy to show me, his naked body now well experienced to my gaze. He was only a touch uncomfortable and embarrassed from my seeing him now, his body shivering a bit from the cold of the room, his chest taking quick breaths as his heart rate increased. As he got on his back, he placed his arms at his sides, knowing there was no point in covering himself. Immediately, I could see the evidence of his daily distress: his pubescent balls swollen much larger than a typical boy's. "You're already shaking," I said, running my hand across his chest towards his boyhood. "Y-yes, Father..." Manuel responded, "I'm nervous." "Because of what you know I must do?" "Yes, Father." He had responded in quiet this time, his eyes now closed as he tried to focus on his breathing and the feeling of what was to come. I wheeled over a nearby table adorned with various medical instruments. Manuel's concentrated face flinched from hearing the rattle as it came closer, recalling his past sessions and searching for the courage to endure it all for another time. My hands drifted over his lower body to his cock and balls, my hands both a sense of security and care as well as a sense of foreboding. I took his plump teen ballsack in my hand, gently cupping it, feeling how full his little orbs were of his seed. "My, you are bloated, aren't you? Your testes are much larger than normal." "Yes, father..." Manuel gasped, keeping his eyes on the ceiling and gulping once more. "Your boyhood swells so quickly." "I'm always so horny, Father. They ache and tingle all the time." "And what do you do?" I asked, coaxing his cock to get hard. "What do you do when you get those sinful urges?" "I... I resist them, Father. I try to think of something else, or I'll pray." "Are you clothed or naked when you pray?" "I am fully clothed when I pray, but sometimes my hands get under my clothes, and I have to make myself stop. I force myself to put my hands behind my back and ask the Lord for help to steer me away." "The mind is powerful when it craves sin. Even the mere sight of your cock can tease temptation." I looked down and saw that my hands on his balls had caused him to spring a throbbing erection. Beating and red, it took very little for his forsaken member to get excited, his hands clenching at the table to hold back the flood. With his penis fully erect, his balls were trying to rise like a hot red pouch. Anything and everything was hypersensitive, with his will on the verge of failure. I moved my medicine table closer, first selecting a long needle. Manuel whimpered when he heard the familiar clatter of devices amongst others, my hands reaching closer, aiming the needle point down at his urethra. "Are you ready, Manuel?" Manuel's heart raced, but he nodded in agreement, taking another deep breath and closing his eyes. The prick of the needle down his peehole would be one of the few things he would feel throughout the process; the device intent to inject a numbing agent and render any other feelings of pain or pleasure completely void. A boy can only go so long without sexual relief, and having gone a month, one couldn't expect much more without taking some additional precautions. I carefully slid the tiny needle gauge down the narrow cavity, finding resistance deep inside when it penetrated some of his pink inner flesh. Manuel whimpered from the sharp sting when it found its mark, so I quickly injected the agent into him before retracting the needle back out. "Is it done, Father?" Manuel asked hopefully. "One down. Good boy." Manuel did not respond; his eyes were still shut tight, and his hands were still clutching at the table. He held very still now, trying again to focus on his breathing, waiting for it to take effect and numb. He tensed again after I refilled the needle and aimed it at his ballsack, his throat expelling a chirp when he felt a nick at his aching, swollen orbs. "Shh. You're doing great." He was beginning to shake as I approached the final injection, his breathing becoming much more erratic despite his efforts, sweat beginning to bead across his forehead. His eyes were still closed, but the deepest, most crucial injection was yet to come. I nudged his knees up and outward, getting him to plant his feet down, me taking position between his spread legs, the last needle shot poised at his taint. "I remember a little boy who used to make such a fuss through all this," I said, giving him a moment to prepare himself as I looked at the narrow space beneath his balls. "You're being so brave." "I'm trying really hard to be strong," Manuel whispered, his body and balls noticeably trembling as I got up close. In one motion, I sank the sharp needle into the soft bulge under his balls, pushing it until I could be sure I was in his prostate. Manuel cried out but cut himself off once he caught himself; the metal point of the needle all but vanished inside his skin. He squeaked in pain, his body shaking as I delivered its nulling fluid before pulling free once more. Manuel hissed as he felt the sting and slight ache from the various injections, but he tried his best to remain still. He was no longer clenching the tableside; instead, his hands lay limp at his sides on the table. "That's the last one. We'll give that a few minutes to numb everything. "Okay, Father." "Also, after today, I think you should go two months before the next extraction. It will mean less of this, but you must be strong while you wait. Do you think you can handle that?" "I... I can handle it. I will wait the two months." "Good. Remember to pray when you feel the urge. Going forward, I would also like you to only pray in the nude." "I will, Father." Manuel was quiet as I glanced at his cock once more; there was no sign of deflation whatsoever, and his chest was taking long, deep breaths as if to calm himself. His balls were so plump with his boycum, with only a few minor marks on their sides, reminiscent of the repercussions of our previous sessions. By the time we were done today, his balls would be back to their regular size, their contents to be completely drained. "How are you feeling?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. "Do you feel numb?" "I think so, father..." Manuel answered softly, looking down at himself as I approached again. He tensed as I edged a few fingers closer, poising to flick at one of his vulnerable nuts. Manuel did his best to remain still, holding his breath until the last moment, when my finger thrust into the left side of his ball. Manuel subconsciously winced as he watched on, his ball jerking to the side from the attack, but the lack of noise from Manuel and his subtle smile suggested the injections had done their job. "Good," I stated, reaching towards the next medical implement. This time, it was to be a syringe with a slightly larger gauge, specially designed to slice into the boy's sack and suction out the stored sperm from within. The following device was much less subtle than the previous; it would slice the skin and delve deep, and had it not been for the injection, it would be rather painful. "Aaacrh!" Manuel yelped as I pushed through; even with the injection, it was a rather unpleasant feeling, or so he tells me. Manuel likens it to pushing a pin through a thick balloon, with the outward suction being like the air being let out. I have never had it done to myself, but he often laments how it feels nothing like actual ejaculation; he can only feel the shrinkage as the cum removed, the sensation lacking any of the highs that a true orgasm has. He cooed and grizzled as I performed the procedure, but it was due more to the visual and strange pressures of the exercise, rather than a painful one. "You had a lot in there this time," I say as I pull back the syringe plug, completely sucking out the first doze. A connected container collects and measures how much was drawn out, his ball visibly deflating as I emptied it of its load. "Yes, father...Ahh!" Manuel winced again as I punctured the second side and ball. He drew in air through his lungs like he was holding his breath; despite being numbed, he could feel the aspect and pressure of what was happening. His body trembled, aware of what was happening, and he continued to bite his lower lip and breathe laboriously, even after I pulled out another dose. "Well done, Manuel. The ball extraction section is done." "Thank you, Father," Manuel said, letting out a sigh of relief. "They look so much smaller now, heh." "You had about 9 ml of ejaculate this time. That's a lot for your age, and I think it's the most you've had so far." "It was a real struggle for the last week, Father." "I can tell." Even after his ordeal, his penis was still as hard as ever. While his balls were smaller, I wanted to be extra sure this time, so I boldly began tugging up and down in his shaft, eliciting a jolt from Manuel, as it was a step we hadn't done before. "What are you doing now, Father?" He asked as I continued to pick up the pace. "Making sure your lizard is completely dry." "Ohh...ugh..." Manuel moaned next to me, his head tilting back, suggesting that the numbing effects were wearing thin. Given that it had been a month since Manuel had last orgasmed, it didn't take long to bring him to the brink. Manuel wasn't used to being exposed to me quite like this. Usually, after the extraction, we were done with the feeling of numb masturbation outside his realm of normality. His body shook and jolted with increasing vigour as he approached the end. Enough agent left to ensure he felt very little when his boyhood managed to splutter out a few more drops. "Oh, Father..." "Yes?" "Why did you have to do this? You have never done it in the past. It felt strange and wrong. I thought it was a sin to masturbate?" "It is. However, you're a growing boy, Manuel, with an increasing libido. If you are to go for two months this time, I want to give you the best chance I can give you. We have drained your balls and prostate, but I want to take extra special care this time to make sure we get it all out." Again, I start manipulating his organ, expertly holding his balls while gently stroking the ridge of his cock. Even though he had just come, I had caught him mid-recovering, his penis twisting and pounding angrily in my hand as I refused to let it relax. "Father... not again..." Manuel squirmed, bracing as I denied his young cock, rest. He let out a long exhale followed by a deep breath as his cock rocked, jerking and turning bright red. "I will stop when we can be sure you are empty." "I...I trust you, father..." Manuel confessed before grunting again. His legs were restless, his hands clawing as he tried to wrestle with what I was doing to him. My breathing became more erratic as he whimpered, the feelings of his tortured cock trying to return from the induced medical fog. His body trembled as I leaned in close and placed a kiss upon the end of his glans, my mouth feeling the thumps of his lust through the head. Manuel cried out the moment my lips touched him, his cock pulsing like an electric current inside my mouth. "Hah...Ooohhh!" Manuel whimpered. I stepped back, feeling he was at the precipice. For the final time, his hard-on lurched back and forth like a lever in his lap; however, on this occasion, nothing came out; while pumping, he was now utterly dry, unable to expel any seed. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to [email protected] ** **************************************************************** |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-guy-named-ron | Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2024 15:30:59 -0500 From: Boy Trainer Subject: A GUY NAMED RON (GAY AUTHORITARIAN) A Guy Named Ron People who get to know me as more than a casual acquaintance will eventually meet Ron. During the first eight years or so of our relationship, I introduced him as "my Boy Ron." He's twenty-eight now, and the Boy part is so intrinsic that I no longer mention the title. I met Ron when he was nineteen in a bar frequented by working boys in Washington, D.C. Attractive, bordering on cute, definitively masculine, with a great body that never seen a gym, he was perfect. When we met, Ron was one of the millions of guys who don't consider themselves gay or even bi but will, when the need arises, rent their bodies out. I do not analyze, nor do I judge. Paying guys for sex wasn't something I needed to do or did often. What I wanted that afternoon, though, was a D/s session with great head from a hot guy provided precisely as I liked it with no reciprocation required. I could not have enjoyed my time with Ron more. Although his tight, obviously virginal little asshole was off limits, his willingness and capacity to endure several hours of intense obedience, positional, mouth and throat, and cum control training more than compensated for that limitation. When we arrived at my home, I led Ron to my den, where I had him kick off his sneakers and assume the standard all-fours position before an oversized, comfortable dark brown leather chair I liked to sit in during the beginning of a training session with a new boy. I, too, removed my shoes and, when Ron was in position, sat before him wearing my jeans and a t-shirt. The first thing I did was have the nineteen-year-old, five-foot-nine-inch,165 lb., blond, blue-eyed straight boy crouching before me lift his face so he could look up into my eyes while following my directions, he obediently stripped himself naked. I told Ron to keep his eyes on mine while he lifted his hands off the floor and removed his t-shirt. He followed instructions perfectly, even holding the shirt until I told him where to toss it. That accomplished, I said he was to remain on all fours with at least one palm or the fingertips of one hand on the floor while he removed his jeans and socks, but to do so quickly. I tried not to smile as I watched him struggle with opening his belt and the button on his jeans, but eventually, he accomplished that task. I knew he was going to be a sight, but looking down at Ron before me on all fours, his blond hair hanging almost to his blue eyes looking up at me naked except for the skin-tight tightie-whitie JOCKEY briefs stretched like a second skin over his magnificent young butt was glorious. "Ron, I want you to arch your back very, very tightly and shove your pretty ass way up in the air for me. Do you understand?" I instructed, looking straight into his eyes. "Yes," Was all he said, but that was fine for now because his spine was already bowing. "Good boy, but I think we both know you can lift your ass higher. Get it up in the air for me," I commanded, leaving no doubt that my words were a command. He instantly complied. "Excellent! I knew you could do it." I rewarded him with a big smile. "Now, remain on your left hand, reach back, grab the waistband of those snowy white briefs . . .why do I think your mother washed them for you . . . and peel it slowly...slowly Ron ... down over your buttcheek. When it's hooked under the cheek, put your hand back on the floor, reach back with your right hand, and peel your briefs down over your left cheek. I want that pretty ass naked and back up in the air where it belongs. With Ron's accordioned briefs stretching across his thighs just below his butt, cuddling his ballsack, his chin resting on the soft front leather edge of my seat, and his nose and eyes mere inches from my denim-covered crotch, I began his positional training. Now back arched and ass up, it was easy to encourage him to spread his feet, knees, and hands equally wide, just a bit beyond the width of his shoulder tips. I had Ron lift his chin from the chair seat and push himself onto fully extended arms so I could rise and remove my jeans. Standing with my eight-and-a-half-inch cut and thick dick arcing over his upturned face, I couldn't keep myself from cockslapping him a couple times before ordering him to open his mouth and lay his tongue out over his lower lip. Ron had sucked cock before. I could tell that. What he had never done was give head to a man who demanded that his cock be sucked properly and the way he wanted it sucked. He spent that afternoon on all fours coughing, gagging, panting, and drooling with his fine young ass up in the air catching up on a lot of missed lessons. What he never did was complain. At one point, after I came for the second time and I, not Ron, needed a break, I had him under total stress with his back as tightly arched as he could get it up on his fingertips with his head high, his mouth wide open, and his cum covered tongue stuck way out. I got up and told him not to move a muscle until I returned. Then I walked away. It sounded as if I left the room. I stood in the doorway to the hall, watching for almost five minutes as Ron remained locked in position without even his tongue moving. When it was time for Ron to leave, I drove him home to the apartment he shared with his girlfriend. He called a week later. When I left work the following evening, I swung by the bar where we met and picked him up. I paid Ron the first two times we got together. The third time, before we left the bar, I told him that if he didn't already have a one-dollar bill in his pocket, he should break a larger bill or borrow one from somebody. He said he had one. Later, just as he was about to go down on me, I told him to crawl to his jeans and get me a dollar. Paying to suck my cock, even if only one buck, was a watershed moment for us. Seeing Ron kneeling naked between my thighs, looking up into my eyes with that dollar bill between his lips, I knew I'd struck gold. Ron became the only guy I saw. He came over every Wednesday like clockwork. There was no more pay-for-play. I almost began to keep him, except there wasn't much "keeping" involved. Ron asked for or required little. The day we met, almost as soon as Ron told me he was straight, he told me his ass was off limits. That was fine, fucking wasn't on my agenda that afternoon. When we continued to see each other, I enjoyed using Ron's determination to keep me from fucking his ass as a way to motivate him to constantly have his mouth provide ever more creative and exciting pleasures. I'm always pleasantly surprised by the ways guys who imagine themselves to be straight will allow their mouths to be used. Over time, while lacking any commitment, I was at once Ron's Master and Daddy, and in some ways even his partner and lover. Two years into our weekly relationship, Ron failed to call. When he didn't call the following week, I went to the bar where we met. Twenty bucks to the bartender had me sitting with a guy who knew Ron. He told me Ron was arrested a couple weeks earlier for having a joint and was in D.C.'s notorious Jail awaiting arraignment. The District of Columbia is a federal city; the courts are federal courts, and Congress has ultimate control over almost everything. I had a lot of very private phone numbers belonging to people for whom I had done confidential favors. Of equal, almost more importance, I had done some less confidential but still sensitive favors for federal and District staffers, who were the ones who really made things happen. I called in every IOU. About an hour and a half later, I received a phone call from a young woman who said she was a clerk for the Chief Judge of the Superior Court of the District of Columbia. She asked if I could come to the Judge's courtroom in thirty minutes because he would reconvene Ron's case then. Before ending the conversation, she said the Jail had already been instructed to immediately move Ron from the General Population and place him in Protective Custody. I stood at the back of the courtroom while the woman who met me at the courthouse door went up to the bar and got the attention of the presiding Judge. Suddenly, he cracked his gavel down and said he was declaring a brief recess. The Judge and the U.S. attorney exchanged words. Then, the Judge looked out over his courtroom, called my name, and asked me to come forward. He asked if I knew Ron. I acknowledged that I did. He then asked if I would agree to take custody of him. I said I would. The Judge instructed Deputy U.S. Marshals to escort me to the D.C. Jail and present an order he signed to the Jailer, ordering that Ron be immediately released to my custody. Four deputy marshals escorted me to the Jail in two cars. When we arrived, two Marshals accompanied the Jail's guards to bring Ron to me and ensure he wasn't harmed. I let Ron rest and recover from his jail experience at my home for an entire week before I sat him down in my den to tell me exactly what happened that resulted in me being deprived of his mouth for two weeks. I didn't lecture him about the stupidity of not tossing the joint as soon as he saw police approaching or any of the other dumb things he had done that ended with him incarcerated. When he finished, I stripped the twenty-one-year-old naked and bent him over my desk. I pressed on his muscular back and held his chest down while I spanked his ass until it was bright red. I wanted to imprint on Ron's motherboard that fuckups like the one he just committed must never happen again. I ordered Ron onto the floor on his knees. Ron looked up at me with his ass on fire while his lips and tongue obediently followed all my obscene commands. I almost laughed when he couldn't help but stroke his cock faster when I said how much I was looking forward to grinding my butthole down on the tip of his warm, moist tongue. Ten minutes later, that's what I was doing, rocking my pelvis back and forth, grinding my asshole down on Ron's tongue tip while pinching, twisting, and tugging on his small, pink nipples. The soft, continual vibrations created by his moaning and groaning were incredible. Straddling his chest, sitting back on his face watching him masturbate as I urged him to show me how he ate his girlfriend's pussy was almost too hot. A month later, at Ron's arraignment, a lawyer friend made the pot charge go away. Since then, Ron has been my boy. I let him have a girlfriend. I like that he has a girlfriend. When I told Ron I would be spending most of my time in Los Angeles working on what looked to be a five or six-year assignment, I didn't have to ask if he wanted to come. He asked when we were leaving before I had the chance. He took charge of the move, and it went off flawlessly. Our home here at the top of Nichols Canyon is our address, but as in D.C., Ron spends much of his time at his girlfriend's apartment in Studio City. We don't involve her in our play, but we occasionally include others, men and women. People who know us, even a few of my close friends, think my being able to let Ron have a relationship with someone else, even a woman, is too weird. Perhaps. All that matters to me, that makes me smile inwardly at least, is that without fail, if I enter and cruise through a bar or club and notice Ron there alone or talking with someone or with people, by the time I finish my circuit and am back on the sidewalk, he will be there waiting for me. I published a story, Training Chris and Mark, at the Nifty Archive and Literotica that is a somewhat fictionalized account of time we spent with two straight guys over a three-day holiday weekend. I wrote what you have just read in response to requests from readers of that story who wanted to know more about Ron. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/visiting-professor | Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2024 20:40:40 +0000 From: beachbum5599 Subject: Visiting Professor This is just a one-shot. No follow-ups. While I'm not exactly tired of my usual formula, I did want to try something different. Don't expect from this story what you may usually expect from me. Any emailed feedback is appreciated, especially as this story is different from my usual fare. Also, you are not allowed to touch your dick while reading this. Only one dick matters while you are at the professor's house, and it is not yours. Visiting Professor It was with suppressed excitement that I knocked on Professor Erling's door. He opened it wide, a smile on the corner of his lips. His tall, broad shouldered frame moved just slightly to the side, creating a small space for me to enter. "I admire punctuality," he said. I tried to smile back, but I could feel it come out as a thin tremor. I squeezed in past him, wanting body contact but avoiding it. The door closed behind me. His house was immaculate. Stark without being austere. A large, many spined ebony carving adorned one wall. The couches were black, the carpets and walls were all white. One green plant. One blue bowl filled with lemons on the countertop. Everything just so perfectly placed. *POP* The sound of the wine bottle uncorking caught me off-guard. I must've jumped because Professor Erling looked amused. "Drink, Professor Sherman?" he asked, waving two wine glasses. "Or do you wish to jump right into the discussion of Fourier's Heat Law," he added with a sarcastic drawl. I gulped only to find my mouth was dry. "Drink would be great," I rasped, then cleared my throat. We both had meetings in our calendars for the upcoming week to discuss complex math problems. Tonight was supposed to be a social thing, just to get to know each other outside of the university setting. But I could not deny that I wanted more. No, not math. I wanted to learn if there was truth to certain rumours that floated around in certain specific group chats. He handed me the wine. We both sat down on orthogonal couches. I began to sip. "It's a lovely place," I said. "Beautiful and sev- serious." He gestured a curt wave with his fingers. "You can say severe," he said. "That is an acceptable compliment, in my books. Though I would use the word - disciplined." A shiver of excitement ran down my spine. I kept my breathing even. "You look to be plenty disciplined yourself," I said boldly. "Not all math professors bring back the same level of discipline that they apply at work to maintaining their ... bodies." Even though his light blue shirt was not too tight, I could see his massive pecs firm up from the compliment. His face, however, remained impassive. He replied, "I have seen what happens to those who surrender too quickly to the ravages of time and senescence. And I am only in my mid-forties." He ran his hand through his light blond hair, making his bicep and pec bulge again. "Speaking of time, I was intrigued by your paper on time series forecasting in post-recession investment management. How many quants did you have working for you?" He was turning the conversation towards our technical background and I went with the flow. I found myself excitedly talking about anything he asked. And yet, when he would abruptly and firmly change the subject, I found that I didn't begrudge the change at all. With anyone else, I would have been miffed, if not downright annoyed. He himself sat perfectly still, with exception of occasional sips of his wine and some punctuating hand gestures. At one point, my stomach rumbled in demand for food. I blushed. He completely ignored it. We continued talking. There was a bump from the floor above. I paused and my eyes darted up to the ceiling. I looked back at him. He hadn't moved or looked away from me. Though I got the sense that there was a hint of a smile on the corners of his mouth. I sipped some wine, cast one more look up and then resumed the conversation. It wasn't until exactly at 7pm when he cut off our conversation and led me over to the dining table. I was served perfectly baked salmon and potatoes. He must've had them in the oven since before I arrived. The timing needed to be precise, as well as the cut and position in the oven. He served it on both our plates, drizzled it cleanly with a creamy dill dressing, and refilled my wine glass. We both began our dinner. The taste was exquisite. Like everything else about him. I was shoving forkfuls into my mouth. He was cutting out exact pieces and chewing calmly. Suddenly there was another sound from upstairs. A door slamming shut. I looked back at him, this time my brow furrowed in question. He swallowed the morsel and then actually smiled. "That's just my ... son," he said. His eyes locked on to mine in a challenge. We both knew that he didn't have a family. My heart started pounding, my face blushed. I couldn't believe it. The rumours were true?! I wanted to ask, I wanted to- But I didn't have the courage. "Oh. Okay," I replied nervously. I fidgeted and then realized that I was adjusting my growing cock. I brought my hand back up above the table and kept my eyes on my plate as I ate. He too resumed eating. The clink of silverware filled silence in the room. When we were done, he cleaned up the table, rinsed the plates, and put them in the dishwasher. "A bit of port to wind down?" he asked, reaching for a different bottle. I nodded. We returned to the living room and he poured out the dessert wine. I realized that the lights had automatically dimmed inside, just as twilight had fully descended outside. I tried to steer the conversation to his childhood and his background, hoping to find out more about his son. But he deftly turned it right back to my childhood. "Yes, I was always closer to my mother than my fa-" I stopped mid sentence. There was a creak from the stairs. And then another. Someone was coming down the stairs to the living room. I could see in my periphery that Professor Erling's eyes were locked onto mine. But mine were locked onto the stairs. A bare foot descended onto a step that I could see. Then the second one. It descended again, and again. Bare, brown calves came into view. And then, the thighs. Reddish brown, muscular like an Olympic athlete. Completely smooth, like the rest of the leg. As the naked upper thighs came into view, I swallowed in anticipation, wondering if this figure was completely naked. I held my breath as the crotch descended. Blue, red, black net, bulge. It took me a second to process what I was seeing. The bulge was straining against a pair of tight, way too tight and small, spiderman briefs. It looked like the underwear of a 15 year old had been forced onto a man. And when he descended even more, I realized that's exactly what had happened. His shaved crotch was all too visible as the hem of the underwear could not cover much of his hips and groin. He descended. His adonis belt came into view. His taut stomach with four easily visible abs. Deliciously brown and smooth. Something big and yellow by his side. He descended. His bulging pecs and dark brown nipples came into view. His muscular arms wrapped around a large, yellow stuffed toy. Likely one of those Japanese animated creatures. He descended onto the living room floor. A college student. Pure-blooded native American, by the looks of him. Bold, sharp cheekbones. A fanged necklace hanging between his pectoral cleavage. His hair long down to his neck. I realized that my cock was fully hard. "Daddy," he said in a soft voice, pitched as high and mewling as he could. "Won't you tuck me in bed and read me a bedtime story?" His eyes looked pleadingly towards Professor Erling, completely ignoring me. The professor stood up. He looked at me said, "Excuse me, Professor Sherman, but it is time for me to tuck in my little boy." He walked over to the college boy and turned him towards the stairs. With his arm wrapped around the boy's waist, he started to take him up the stairs. Then he stopped. Turned around. And said to me, "Of course, you are welcome to watch." He turned back and continued climbing. I realized my jaw had dropped at some point. I closed my mouth, put down my port with shaking fingers, and stood up. My cock was tenting my pants and there was no way to hide it. I left the living room and walked up the stairs. The lights behind me dimmed down to total darkness. --- I opened wide the door to his son's room. It was covered in superhero posters on every wall. I recognized some GI Joe posters too. And there were shirtless burly men drawn in an oriental style as well. There was a half finished lego castle in one corner. A lava lamp lit the room. The bed was covered in Aladdin sheets featuring Disney's rendition of the genie. And on top of the sheets was the hot college boy, laying naked with his hard cock pointing up at the cieling, eyes on his daddy. The professor was carefully putting away the stuffed toy. Once he was done, he started to unbutton his shirt. In slow motion, his pale Scandinavian arms and torso came into view. Pecs covered with blond and grey hair. No abs but no sign of a belly either. Not quite as Olympian a build as the college boy, but easily in the 95th percentile of men in their mid forties. He hooked his fingers on to his pants buttons and unhooked them. "Have you brushed your teeth?" he asked the college boy sternly. "Yes, Daddy," the boy replied dutifully. The professor lowered his pants, his strong, hairy thighs and calves coming into view. "Have you folded and put away your laundry?" "Yes, Daddy." The professor lowered his black boxer briefs to the floor. An eight inch cock, thick, with a purple mushroom head rose up towards the ceiling. I licked my lips. "Have you done your homework?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy," the boy replied, with a note of shame in his voice. As the professor walked slowly to the bed, he spoke without turning to look at me. "Some students in my class think that they can coast by without doing their homework." He clambered on top of the bed, kneeling with his legs on either side of the college boy's torso. "And then they discover that they cannot pass my class without doing their homework." He moved up so that his cockhead was against the lips of the college boy. "A select few of those students get made an offer by me." He put a finger under the base of his cock and slowly dragged it up to the tip. A spurt of precum came gushing out and covered the boy's lips. The boy did not open his lips but waited patiently. "And some of them even take me up on that offer. For one week, they have the honour of being my son." He used his cock to rub the precum all over the college boy's face. "My good little boy." With each word, he smacked his slimed cock on the boy's face. "Open wide for Daddy's pacifier." Immediately, the college boy opened his mouth, eagerly took the professor's mushroom head into his mouth, and began sucking. The boy's own cock was hard, long, and dripping. But he kept his hands on the professor's thighs. My own hand went down to my hard cock tenting my pants and squeezed it. The professor's head snapped in my direction like a whip, and his face darkened. "Hands off!" he commanded, and my hands flew behind my back, clasping each other. "Only one cock," he continued, "Gets to be pleasured under this roof. If you cannot control yourself, leave!" Of course I wasn't going to leave. I sputtered some form of apology but his attention was already back to his ... son. As his boy slowly but eagerly sucked his cockhead, the professor reached over to the bedside shelf and picked up a small children's picture. He opened it up to the first page and began reading. "Once upon a time, there was a brave, little prince." He pushed his cockhead deeper into the college boy's mouth. "The prince's mother ruled over the largest forest in the lands." One of his hands moved away from the book and rested on the massive, bulging, smooth, brown pec of the college boy. "One day, the prince decided to run away and explore the forest without any of his royal guards." He was turning the pages with his thumb as he held the book with one hand. "The prince saw a beehive. He tried to get the honey, but he only got stung." He squeezed the boy's pec and pinched his nipple. Precum gushed out from the boy's cock, as he moaned in pleasure. "The prince saw a salmon jump up from a river. He tried to catch it, but he only gulped down water." He pushed his cock more than half way in. The boy gagged but the cock just kept going. "The prince saw a purple mushroom. He tried to eat it, but it only choked him." He put the book on the bed, to the side. He gripped the boy's head with both hands and skullfucked his student until the gagging boy was frothing at the mouth. For his part, the boy didn't seem to be opposed to it. He was holding on to the professor's thighs for dear life, but it didn't look like he was pushing him back. The professor removed his cock from the boy's mouth. The boy sputtered and gasped for breath, but then his mouth followed the cockhead's movement like a snake being charmed by a snake charmer. The professor removed his whole body off the bed. The boy turned over on to his belly, got on all fours, and then moved to hold his ass close to the edge of the bed, likely lined up with the professor's cock. He, and the professor, were both facing me. The professor picked up the book again with one hand while his other hand was out my sight, behind the boy's ass. "Shall I continue the story, son?" "Yes, please, Daddy!" he said. "Mmm... maybe I don't want to continue the story..." His hand behind the boy was moving very slowly, judging by the motion of his arms. "But it's my favourite story!" the boy whined. "Please, please, pretty please, Daddy, with cherry on top!" "Hmmm... very well then. Let's see. And then the Prince met a white wolf." His hips thrust forward and the Native American boy gasped. "The wolf said to the prince, 'Hurry home, little boy, or you will soon get eaten.'" His hips slowly pushed all the way forward until he must've been fully in. The boy's eyes rolled back into his eyes in pleasure as he let out a feral whine. "The prince replied, 'But this is all my country and one day I will be king!'" The boy breathed in deeply, adjusting to the cock. "The white wolf felt pity for the prince, but his own hunger was ravening. He pounced on the boy and ate all of him except his heart." Dropping the book to the floor, the professor grabbed the athletic college boy by his hips with both hands and began to fuck him in earnest. The boy moaned in toe-curling ecstasy as his professor pounded him from behind. Minutes went by as the pair mated in this position. I could see a sheen of sweat on his back and on the professor's chest. They grunted and moaned but no words were exchanged. The boy started to breathe heavily. Both his hands clutched the sheets around him. He let out one long whine and lowered his head to the bed. His body twitched and jerked. When his head rose up, I saw that there was cum on the sheets under his belly. The professor kept rutting. This hips slapping against the boy's ass over and over. And then the professor went rigid and still. All the veins in his muscles seemed to bulge, but if he was breathing heavily, I couldn't tell. Then he let out a deep breath, and pulled away from the boy. The boy looked behind over his shoulder and said, "Thank you Daddy for the bedtime story and for Daddy's nighttime milkies!" He got up, gave the professor a kiss on the cheek, grabbed a towel from a dresser, and left the room. I heard the sound of a shower start. The professor had put on a bathrobe and he headed back down the stairs. I knew I was to follow, but I just had to check one thing. I bounded into the now empty room that smelled of sex. I found the children's picture book and opened it to the page where the professor had stopped. I read the words under my breath. "The wolf took the Prince's heart to the Queen. Weeping, she took the heart and placed it in a wicker puppet. For years after, the kingdom was ruled by the wise but fragile wicker king, and for years after, the white wolf continued devouring any boys that came his way. The End." I flipped to the cover. "The Prince and the White Wolf" by Erik Erling. I placed it back on the shelf along with many other similar titles. "The Black Swan and the White Wolf" by Erik Erling. "The Lonely Dove and the White Wolf" by Erik Erling. I hastily left the room and walked back down the stairs. THE END |
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From: Ryan Smith <[email protected]>
Subject: Swim Jock and Econ Nerd Chapter 4
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As Ryan's lungs expanded and contracted, as his sculpted pecs rose and fell
with each deep breath he took, the oxygen once again began to flow and
nourish his addled brain. The cock that had so recently been lodged down
his throat, face fucking him, denying him the nourishing air his body
needed, bobbed in front of him, as if it were taunting him. As Ryan's
haggard breaths were once again beginning to return to normal, his mind
began to comprehend Eugene's warning, the words he had been told once
already tonight to be careful with. Ryan's failure to heed that warning the
first time had resulted in the nerd revealing his massive dick which had
set this whole night in motion and had upended the comfortable image of
himself being a jock stud which had for so long governed his sexual
role. Maybe he did need to choose his words more carefully.
Eugene smirked at the slightly concerned and quizzical look he saw on the
stud's face. Clearly his words were not lost on the jock; undoubtedly Ryan
knew the chain reaction that had been set off the last time that warning
had been issued. As he surveyed the naked jock that was seated on the side
of the bed, Eugene's cock pulsated with desire. Ryan was one hot piece of
ass. His muscles swelled with each breath he took as he attempted to
regulate his breathing, his cock semi-erect between his toned thighs,
having subsided a bit as the panic and concern of being face-fucked put a
temporary damper on the pleasure he had earlier experienced stroking his
own dick while learning how to properly suck cock.
But any delay would be folly. To allow the jock the time to think about
what he had just been through, to allow him the opportunity to comprehend
what had been done to him and what was likely to be done to him before the
end of the night, to regroup and allow his ego and masculinity a
resurgence, threatened to upend Eugene's plans for the egotistical jock.
If Eugene didn't act quickly while Ryan was still reeling from the
experience, he risked Ryan putting a stop to their rendezvous and spoiling
Eugene's fun. After all, if the two engaged in a physical altercation,
there would be no contest; Ryan was bigger and stronger. But Eugene wasn't
relaying on strength or brawn to overcome his jock nemesis. He was engaged
in psychological warfare with this reckless jock, a war he had no plans on
losing. No, he had to act quickly to once again smother the jock spirit
that still flickered within Ryan and instead provide fuel to the submissive
bitch flame that he was attempting to bring to life.
"Lay down on the bed. On your stomach" Eugene stated, his words icy and
stern. There was no room for interpretation, they were a command. The
desire to obey, to conform, to do what was expected of him once again
overwhelmed any thought of hesitancy or indecision that was rattling around
in Ryan's befuddled brain. He quickly moved to lay down as directed,
moving so that his body would be parallel on the bed, his head at the top
of the bed.
"No, not like that you fucking idiot" Eugene snapped. "Like this". Though
he was physically no match for Ryan in musculature and stature, Ryan felt
that the nerd possessed an implausible strength as he felt Eugene's hand
wrap around his ankle and pull. Ryan's body was quickly manipulated into a
position of the nerd's choosing as the jock soon found himself lying face
down, perpendicular across the bed, his body at a 90-degree angle; his top
half laying across the bed while his lower half hung off the side. All of
this effectively putting Ryan's ass on display like it was a piece of art
hanging in a gallery as it hung off the bed and was presented like a
trussed-up prize on the edge of the mattress.
The silence of the room was pierced by a long and low whistle Eugene let
out, not unlike a catcall that a group of construction workers would give
an attractive woman as she walked by their work site. The lewd gesture
made Ryan feel almost cheap and tawdry, like he was nothing but a piece of
meat for Eugene to eyeball and enjoy, the whistle continuing to chip away
at the jock's quickly faltering edifice of dominant stud.
As the whistle faded into silence, Eugene's eyes were glued onto the
delicious ass of his jock quarry. He had seen Ryan's ass clad in speedo's
dozens of times as he watched the swimming captain train and compete in the
pool. Had seen the thin fabric of his paper swimsuits cling to every curve
of his rounded ass during his relay races. But to see Ryan's bare ass, up
close and in such an intimate and revealing pose was almost too much for
Eugene. Ryan's ass was plump and round, his buns high and tight. The skin
paler than the rest of his bronzed body, the tan lines from his speedo
clearly demarcating which parts of Ryan were exposed to the sun's ray and
which had not. Smooth without a trace of hair, muscular and toned, it
almost defied description, his two cheeks clenched tightly to form a
perfect crevice protecting Ryan's must intimate places. Eugene knew the
time had come for him to begin the final subjugation of this arrogant and
cocky jock, to strip from Ryan all his preconceived notions of what he
thought himself to be. When Eugene was done with him, Ryan would no longer
be the proud and boastful jock, so pleased with his muscles and cock, so
eager to have his ego stroked and cultivated by the legions of adoring
sycophants and horny coeds that came his way. No, all of what Ryan was
would be stripped away and broken down until he was but a shell of himself,
a pile of clay that Eugene could sculpt and mold as he saw fit. He would
build a new Ryan, one that knew his place in the world, knew that his
inferior cock, handsome face and chiseled muscles were just playthings for
his new nerd master, were features that served no other purpose but to be
pleasant things for his new nerd overload to view and examine, to both
arose and please Eugene. To discover for himself that pleasure was no
longer brought by having his cock sucked or buried in a tight pussy, but
instead by providing that pleasure to his nerd dominant however he saw fit.
Dropping to his knees before Ryan's ass, as a pilgrim would drop before a
saint's holy relic, Eugene reached out his hands with an almost reverent
touch as he ran his hands over Ryan's firm thighs and shapely ass. Ryan's
posterior was somehow both firm and supple, a perfect recipe of genetics
and hours spent in the pool and gym. The fleshy globes of his ass had some
give to them, clearly felt as Eugene began to knead the muscled cheeks
before him, the way a baker would shape and develop his bread before
baking. As he worked the cheeks in his hands, he caught a glimpse of what
awaited him between the cheeks; while the rest of Ryan was smooth and
hairless save for the small patch of pubes that remained above his
insignificant cock, the cleft of his ass appeared to be dusted with dark
hairs surrounding his perfectly formed and untouched asshole, the contrast
between the dark hair and pinkness of his cherry forming a striking
juxtaposition. Apparently, Coach didn't check to make sure his swimmers
shaved everywhere
Eugene couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Taking the two cheeks,
one in each hand, the nerd spread the jock's muscled ass apart, revealing a
sight that caused his breath to catch in his throat. Prying the ass apart
as one would open an oyster to get to the pearl inside, Eugene was dazzled
the way a pirate might be enchanted by gazing at their ill-gotten booty,
and the nerd was just as eager to plunder the treasure that lay before him.
Ryan's rosebud was puckered and tight; Eugene wasn't sure if his eyes were
deceiving but he could swear the tight ring of muscle was flexing in time
with the undoubtedly racing heartbeat of his genuflecting jock. Moving his
head forward and extending his tongue, the nerd licked the jock's ass
upward, beginning at the jock's delicious taint.
No sooner had the nerd's tongue run itself up Ryan's crack, the way a
plough would furrow an untilled field, then did Ryan begin to panic.
Immediately his body tensed and seized up the way an animal might if it
senses danger, his ass snapping shut to deny any intruder access to his
forbidden hole. Ryan's head lifted off the mattress at the same time as he
began to lift his upper body up and off the bed, ready to finally confront
the nerd, to put an end to this madness.
Whether it was adrenaline or lust, the desire to so fully humiliate and
break his jock toy, he would never know, but some force once again provided
Eugene with such strength as to quickly overpower Ryan, a hand applying
pressure to the small of Ryan's back and forcing him to once again lie
prone on the bed, while another hand yanked on the jock's ankle, spreading
his legs, and by design, also spreading his ass open to further
exploration. Removing his glasses and putting them on the side table while
simultaneously licking his lips, Eugene proceeded to bury his face between
the muscled mounds. The nerd wasted no time in beginning to vigorously rim
Ryan's virgin hole, licking up and down the crack but focusing his time and
efforts on the throbbing opening. Using his tongue like a wedge, Eugene
applied pressure against the tightly shut hole, trying to wrest control
over Ryan's rosebud. As Eugene proceeded to rim Ryan's anus, he found
himself producing copious amounts of saliva, most of it being scooped up by
his tongue to serve as lubrication to assist with breaching the resisting
hole, but some of it smearing itself across Eugene's hungry face and
dripping down Ryan's crack, trickling down the taint and onto the balls and
cock that hung there. The irony wasn't lost on Eugene. As he continued to
feast on the virgin opening before him, mere inches away from him was
Ryan's dangling prize-winning cock, a dick that countless others lusted for
and coveted. But Eugene completely ignored the hanging cock. Ryan's dick
was no prize that Eugene desired, especially when compared to his own
massive dick. No, Ryan's real prize was his previously untouched hole; a
prize that Eugene intended to claim.
A struggle within Ryan raged. Disbelief at the current predicament he
found himself, undeniable pleasure from the tongue bathing his hole,
disgust for allowing himself to be put in such a compromising position,
insecurity and doubt in himself and everything he thought about who he was
and how the world viewed him, fright at the nerd's unexpected strength and
unflinching determination to get what he wanted. The myriad of feelings
bombarding him akin to waves slamming against the side of a floundering
ship, threatening to swamp the vessel and pull it down under the sea. Each
emotion washing over Ryan completely, filling his mind, only to be
displaced by yet another wave of potent thought. He was a jock, and not
just any jock, but the senior captain of the swim team. A jock who had
bedded some of the hottest and most desirable co-eds on campus, the envy of
every guy on campus, each who would have given their left nut for the
opportunity to hook up with a fraction of the girls Ryan had over the
course of his four years at college. How the fuck did he end up in this
predicament!?
But here he found himself at the mercy of a freshman nerd. Laying on his
stomach, his legs spread wide apart, while Eugene devoured his hole,
slathering his heretofore untouched virgin hole with his talented tongue.
He had seen enough porn and eaten out enough girls to know that this was
merely a prequel, an act to warm him up for the main event. Forced to
confront the inevitability of what was about to happen to him, Ryan had an
almost full-on panic attack. He had always taken pride in his looks and
reputation, proud of his muscles, cock, accomplishments in both the bedroom
and the pool. And the reaction he had received from others, the sincere
compliments and jealous glares, fueled him, drove him to continue to
succeed, to achieve more, to reach ever loftier goals. But how would they
react if they ever found out about the swim team captain and the nerd? How
would their looks change? The way they acted around him? His ego was fueled
by the envy and accolades that were continually fed his way by both his
contemporaries and his coaches. And that was contingent upon him being
viewed as the stud that he had seen himself as, always thought of himself
as. But how could he carry himself with the same swagger, portray himself
with the same arrogance, strut around campus like the alpha of all alphas
when he knew he was about to have his virgin hole fucked by Eugene, a hung
freshman nerd?
As the conflicting thoughts swirled around in Ryan's head, Eugene continued
to flick his tongue against the now fluttering hole, as his capable tongue
continued to assault Ryan's formerly unassailable ass the same way a
besieging army encircled and weakened a fortified city, and weakening it
was. The hole had been clenched tight like a vice, but Eugene's relentless
efforts to tempt the clenching entrance to his advances were having the
desired effect. But even as Ryan, either intentionally or unintentionally
was attempting to clench his hole to deny Eugene's tongue entrance, it was
a losing battle. The ministrations Eugene's tongue was performing on
Ryan's hole were just too much for his tight anal ring to endure and in an
instant, Ryan's defenses were breached, let down by his own body which had
been coaxed and cajoled to relax and open like a flower to Eugene's hungry
tongue.
As Eugene's tongue finally penetrated past the sphincter, his ears were met
with a most unexpected sound; a single, soft, solitary and yet unmistakable
moan involuntarily escaped Ryan's lips. To both of the men, that soft moan
acted like a white flag; to Ryan, it was a sign of surrender, that no
matter how much he resisted and was conflicted by what was happening, his
body was enjoying it to such a degree that his brain reacted against his
will, had sent out an auditory signal of gratification, had betrayed him.
For Eugene, it was a sign to redouble his efforts in his quest to deflower
the jock.
As Eugene's tongue began to dig around in Ryan's hole, as he began to
quickly dart his skilled appendage in and out of the quivering hole, he
could feel Ryan began to twist and turn on the bed with pleasure, his
tongue producing the desired effect on the jock. As he munched on Ryan's
hole, his chin was bumping against the jock's balls; the testicles
tightening in their sac as Ryan's soft cock once again began to plump up
under the skilled tongue. Ryan's body could no longer deny displaying the
pleasure it was experiencing as his cock, coupled with the infrequent but
audible moans, were clear evidence that he enjoyed being eaten out. But
Ryan's hole was tight, and though the outer ring had been breached, Eugene
knew additional efforts were necessary to further open the jock up.
Eugene had a sneaking suspicion that Ryan would be like any typical college
jock and have all the necessary supplies for him to continue his
exploration of his hole nearby. Extracting his tongue from Ryan's now
winking aperture, Eugene opened the drawer of Ryan's bedside side table
hoping to find what he was looking for. He wasn't disappointed. Inside
was a container of lube, undoubtedly used by Ryan to jerk off when he
couldn't otherwise find a hot hole to fuck. But it was what Eugene saw
next to the lube that really caught his attention.
Ryan had turned his head and looked over his broad shoulder to see what was
going as, to see why the pleasurable tongue had been withdrawn from his
hole. Lifting the small black and gold box up and out of the drawer,
Eugene presented it to the prone jock, a smug look plastered on his face.
"Magnums? Seriously? Who the fuck do you think you're fooling? With that
little dick? The condom probably slides off mid-pump. Fuck, you really are
a narcissist, aren't you? Think you're dick is actually special. These are
meant for cocks like mine, not little dicklets like yours" Eugene jeered.
The nerd could see a look of shame and embarrassment come across Ryan's
face for having been called out, for being treated like a fraud, like his
jock dick was some sort of scam. And what could he say in rebuttal? Both
knew that Eugene was clearly the larger man between the two of them. Ryan
just had to take the verbal hit that Eugene had delivered, a blow that
continued to whittle down and fracture any remaining resistance the jock
had against the nerd's advances.
Tossing the box of condoms back into the drawer, Eugene flipped open the
lube and applied a liberal amount to his index finger before squirting some
directly into Ryan's crack, letting it drip and drool down into the still
slightly dilated hole, the coolness of the liquid causing Ryan to shudder.
"Spread those cheeks for me. I want to see that hole" Eugene snarled,
pouncing on the still reeling jock who had yet to recover from the verbal
jab at his cock size, his source of his masculine pride. Conflicted but
still recalling the pleasure Eugene's tongue had brought him, his body
responded and he spread his legs; it had become clear that in the battle of
jock pride and nerd pleasure, one side clearly had the advantage.
"I said spread them, reach back here and spread them. Use your fucking
hands." The familiar command to action once again having the desired effect
as the jocks hands were now doing the nerd's own dirty work, willfully
aiding Eugene in the jock's own deflowering. Reaching behind him and
taking hold of his muscled ass, Ryan spread his own butt to allow Eugene
unfettered access.
The trembling asshole looked almost as it was flirting with Eugene, as he
took his index finger, slick with lube, and began to rub it around the rim
of Ryan's hole in an attempt to persuade it with pleasure to further open,
to unfold before his very eyes. Placing his lubed finger against the
rosebud, Eugene began to nudge it against the hole, applying a little more
pressure each and every time until Ryan's defenses once again yielded and
his finger slid in.
Eugene wished he had a camera to capture the image of the captain of the
swim team holding open his own ass while the nerd had his index finger
inserted into the virgin hole; the view was mesmerizing. As Eugene
continued to rock his finger back and forth, feeling the heat radiating
from Ryan's hole, he heard the jock begin to grunt each time his finger
slid in a little deeper.
"Don't tell me the big, strong jock can't handle a little finger up his
ass. Fuck, I thought you jocks were made to fight through a little pain.
You're such a pussy" Eugene grumbled, clearly unhappy with the slight
sounds of discomfort Ryan was making.
Once again, the verbal assault landed yet another blow on Ryan's fragile
psyche. A physical challenge had just been issued, one that both set out a
trial and also questioned his own strength and toughness. Never one to be
called out without wanting to proving his own ability, Ryan bit down on his
swollen bottom lip and used his big strong hands to spread his ass even
further open.
"Good boy, really spread those cheeks. Yeah. That's it." Eugene
whispered, happy to see his challenge had been more than met. Taking his
index finger out of the clenching hole, and wanting to take advantage of
the jock who was too stubborn and proud not to want to prove his physical
toughness, Eugene liberally applied more lube to both his index and middle
finger. Twisting the two digits together, so one was on top of the other,
Eugene pushed them into the still trembling hole. Though his combined
fingers were thicker, the hole yielded to the nerd's touch as a warm knife
gliding through butter, the lube and already compromised hole aiding
Eugene's entrance.
No sooner had his fingers slid in up to the first knuckle, that Eugene felt
the body under him clench and tighten, felt the hole constrict around his
fingers, saw the muscles spread across Ryan's back rippling and
contracting, popping out as the jock's body instinctually reacting against
the now thicker and uncomfortable intruder.
Pausing with his fingers still being griped by Ryan's panicking hole,
Eugene once again waged psychological warfare against the jock. "Fuck,
toughen up. All these muscles and you can't even handle a little
discomfort? Just fucking relax, you're making this harder on yourself than
it has to be."
Eugene knew that if he could just get a little deeper into Ryan's hole, if
he could just convince the narcissistic jock to grin and bear a little more
discomfort, that he would have the jock exactly where he wanted. Eugene
continued to apply more pressure, ignoring the ever-increasing grunts of
discomfort that were emanating from Ryan, eager to dig around in the jock's
hole and find the treasure he was seeking. Tired of being gentle and
considerate, Eugene jabbed his fingers, his digits going deeper into Ryan's
trench. Ryan once again sprang up, his body rising up off the bed, only to
be met once again by the nerd's hand, forcing him back down onto the bed,
forced to endure the exploring fingers in his ass.
But Eugene, knew he had him. Knew he finally had the ammunition to finally
break the arrogant and obstinate jock. Sensing that his fingers were
exactly where they needed to be buried in Ryan's still resisting hole, he
slowly began to curl his fingers, rooting around, searching and seeking for
his goal.
Ryan saw stars; literal stars. As the probing fingers made first contact
with the jock's heretofore untouched prostate, the jock's eyes rolled back
into his head, like marbles, his hands grasped and clawed at the sheets,
and his body tensed up as wave after wave of pleasure flowed though him,
all emanating from Eugene's fingers playing in his ass.
"Oooohhh fuck." Ryan moaned out, having to bury his face against the
mattress in a futile attempt to hide the obvious pleasure that he was
experiencing. And it didn't let up. Eugene smiled as he knew his fingers
had found Ryan's g-spot, his experienced digits beging to dance over the
sensitive spot, each gentle stroke rewarded with another set of moans and
whimpers from the now lust-crazed jock.
As he continued the assault on Ryan's swollen prostate, Eugene now knew
that the ultimate prize was within reach, the honor of being the one to pop
the swim captain's virgin cherry. A trophy that he was eager to claim as
his own and that he wasn't about to let slip away. Each poke and prod at
the pulsating prostate proving the control and command the nerd had over
the jock; smirking as he saw the jock's cock begin to swell and grow, each
touch of the prostate causing the jock's cock to lengthen and harden as
though it had a life of its own, as the jock writhed and squirmed under his
touch, as he wiggled his delicious buns against the nerd's burrowing
digits, eager for the pleasure of having his prostate massaged to continue.
Yes, now was the time, Eugene thought to himself. The moment he had been
waiting for. Ryan had been sufficiently prepped. The proud and
narcissistic jock who only earlier this night had demanded Eugene to suck
his cock, was now naked on his own bed, willfully spreading his ass to
allow Eugene's fingers to show him was real pleasure felt like. Yes, the
time had come. Now was the time for the nerd to fuck the jock.
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Well, that's it for chapter 4! Did you love it and want to see the
conclusion of this encounter? Did you hate it and are upset you wasted yet
another 15 minutes of your life reading this story?
Write me at [email protected] and let me know. I'd love to hear what
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/back-of-the-bus-bbc | Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2024 15:00:47 +0100 From: B Collins Subject: Back of the Bus BBC Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between men. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. This story uses British English. Please continue to support Nifty by donating here: https://donate.nifty.org/ Let me know what you think of this story, rate the story (on the new Nifty website). I always welcome feedback, comments and suggestions for other stories: [email protected] Author: Bttm Collins Henry slumped down on the seat on the top deck of the London bus. He was relieved the school day had finished and he was finally on his way home. At 17 he only had this one school year to go before he could turn his back on school for good. The school was located in Peckham, south London, a predominantly black neighbourhood. As a nerdy white boy he never quite fitted in, often teased by the other boys for wearing his school uniform correctly, for being studious, and for being quiet and shy. Short for his age and slim, the black boys seemed to tower over him and always appeared naturally well built. Henry felt intimidated by his classmates and they sensed it. Henry looked down out the window as the bus pulled away from outside the school. The pavements were crowded, full of noisy groups of teenagers spilling out from school and dispersing in all directions. As the bus chugged on down the road, Henry pulled out a book from his school bag - reading was a passion, an escape from reality. As the bus approached the next stop Henry looked out and saw Tyrone and his group of friends waiting. "Oh no!" Henry thought to himself as he slunk away from the window. He hated Tyrone and his friends. They always caused trouble in class, being disruptive and bullying kids - including Henry. Tyrone was never without his three friends, who did whatever he asked of them. Knowing Tyrone's gang would soon be boarding the bus, Henry hid himself behind his book. The bus doors flung open as the passengers piled onboard. Henry's leg shook nervously hearing the boys stomp up the stairs to the top deck. He covered his face with his book, pretending to read and hoping they wouldn't notice him. "Yo, check it out, fam," Tyrone said as he slid up next to Henry. "It's that faggot wasteman I was talking about." Tyrone's friends laughed as they sat down. Two perched on the seats in front, facing backwards and looking down at Henry. The other boy sat on the seat behind him. Henry was surrounded by Tyrone and his gang. Their grinning smiles filled Henry with dread. Tyrone and his friends were all 18, and as members of the school's football team they had well-defined athletic bodies. Tyrone was popular, especially with the girls, due to his handsome looks and confident personality. His white school shirt was always untucked, with his school tie draped casually around his neck. The knot loosened, hung with effortless charm, a symbol of his nonchalant demeanor. With a mischievous grin, he left the top button of his shirt undone, a rebellious nod of defiance to the school's dress code. Tyrone wore his sagging trousers as a statement of individuality and bravado, with the glimpse of his boxers worn tight on his muscular butt drawing disapproving glances from his teachers. "Yo, what's with the book, faggot?" Tyrone demanded, grabbing it from Henry. He flicked through the pages, then scoffed, "Man, you ain't never gonna score with a girl reading this shite," tossing the book disdainfully to the floor. Henry kept quiet, not wanting to engage or provoke the older boys. He looked at his watch, eager to get home and away from them. "Ay, you got plans?" Tyrone threw out as he noticed Henry looking at the time, "Cuz it seemed like you was tryna kick it with me mad early." He chuckled, turning to his friends. Henry blushed, turning bright red knowing what Tyrone was referring to. "I was in the changing room after sports, innit, and this wasteman's clocking me while I'm getting changed. Man's proper eyeballing my junk, weren't you faggot?" "Eww! Batty man" snarled the boy sitting behind, pushing the back of Henry's head in disdain. The boy seated directly in front of Henry gave him a menacing glare, kissing his teeth as he assessed the white boy from head to toe. Staring directly into Henry's eyes, the black youth spat on the floor to express his disgust. While the four boys intimidated Henry, his mind cast back to the moment earlier in the day that Tyrone was referring to. It was the end of the sports class, and most of the boys had finished changing back into their school uniforms, leaving to get to their next class. Tyrone stood opposite Henry on the other side of the room. Tyrone was handsome. The black teenager's strong jawline and wide sculpted nose exuded masculinity and an air of dominance. The healthy glow of his smooth skin along with his deep ebony eyes captivated attention. And then there were his lips, full and inviting, with a natural curve that appeared tailor-made for his charming grin. His bright white teeth always shone whenever he laughed and smiled. Tyrone removed his football shirt, revealing his smooth athletic body. His youthful frame, still developing, held promise in its every sinew and curve. His skin, a rich mahogany, glistened with sweat. Though not yet fully formed, his muscles hinted at the potential for greatness, a raw power waiting to be unleashed. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waistline. He bent down as he removed his shorts, stepping out of them. Henry gazed intently at the black beauty, who now wore only tight white boxers. Henry's bit his lip as focused on the bulge in the black teenager's underwear, the dark of the meat visible through the thin white fabric. He wasn't erect, yet the outline showed he was a hung young bull. This is when Tyrone noticed Henry staring at him. Henry remembered the older boy shouting some insult, making him instantly cower, turning around in embarrassment. Henry continued to watch from the corner of his eye, seeing Tyrone wrap a towel around his waist and then removing his boxers before heading to the showers. *snap! snap!* Henry startled as he broke from his daydreaming to Tyrone snapping his figures in front of his face. "Yo, check it, this dude be droolin' over my goods again," Tyrone called out. "You eyein' this, fag?" he threw out, grabbing his cock through his school trousers and wriggling it. Henry looked down and could see the outline of the black teenager's cock extending down the inside of his thigh as Tyrone shook it. Henry quickly looked away, to the laughter of the boys teasing him. He then felt a large hand grab the top of his head. Then being forced to turn back to face Tyrone. It was one of the boys sitting opposite that was holding his head tightly. As he faced Tyrone again he was struck by the sight. Tyrone had unzipped his school trousers and had pulled his dick out. The dark meat protruded out of his trousers, firm, solid and confident. Unashamed in its public exposure the African cock affirmed its authority, demanding respect. Tyrone owned the situation and would soon own this white teenager. Henry gasped at the intimidating black dick. It must have been at least 8 inches, and thick too. The teen was not only shocked by the size of the big black cock, but the full public display of Tyrone's manhood. The dark meat a symbol of raw masculinity, not afraid to be exposed. Henry squirmed to look away, trying to shift the grip of the other black youth. "Yo, don't disrespect me boy" Tyrone spat, as the other two boys grabbed Henry's head. They weren't laughing now. Tyrone and the other boys all looked seriously and intently at the white teen. The three firmly held the young boy, and with a nod from Tyrone they forced Henry down towards the dominant male's manhood. Henry had never done a sexual act on anyone before. He never even kissed or touched someone. He was a complete virgin, innocent and pure. Unspoiled except no longer. And Tyrone knew it. He knew Henry was a virgin, and what better way to assert his authority over the white boy than to stick his black dick down the teen's innocent young mouth. Tyrone smiled as the lips of the white youth were forced open by his thick head. He enjoyed opening up white boys with his thick African meat. This is how all white boys should be from an early age, with an alpha's manhood inside them, subservient to their black masculinity, and made into a bitch for real men. For black kings. Tyrone lay back, groaning as his gang forced Henry down on his dick. Henry gagged as he took the full length of the black pole, his mouth stretched wide open. Two of the boys let go, leaving the other in control, forcing Henry up and down Tyrone's cock. "Enjoying that boy?" Tyrone smiled in pleasure, the white boy's wet mouth naturally made to be used. Henry was forced ever quicker up and down the black meat. The cock bruising the back of his throat, and straining his mouth. His eyes were watering as he struggled, gagging and choking on the dark meat. Tears streamed down the teen's pale cheeks. Tyrone leaned back with his hands behind his head, grinning at the sight of the white teen being pushed up and down his cock by his friend. He took pleasure in seeing the pathetic white boy gagging, slurping and choking as he struggled to accommodate the thick black dick. Henry's whining and attempt to resist only supuring Tyrone on. "Yo" Tyrone said to his friend, giving him a look. He immediately knew what that meant, and let go of Henry's head. Henry coughed in relief as he pulled away from the glistening dick. Tyrone's manhood now shone with the saliva from the teen''s mouth. Despite being roughly handled, Henry had enjoyed Tyrone's cock. He had fantasied about the older boy before, attracted to Tyrone's manliness and handsome face. Henry looked up at Tyrone, his youthful black beauty, and his desire to kiss those lips. Tyrone just looked down and grinned. Henry reasoned to himself that to kiss someone so handsome as this king, he needed to serve him, and hopefully earn his respect. Only then would he be able to taste the thick supple lips of the black alpha. Recognising this, Henry began to suck Tyrone's cock, licking the bulbous head, and down the long thick shaft. "What did I tell you, lads, these white boys serve us. And they enjoy it" Tyrone had fucked girls before, but nothing beat dominating a white boy with the power and toxic masculine energy it gave. Henry's young soft pink lips felt like a girl's pussy, demonstrating how they are made for black cock, and the reason why they're called pussy-bois. Tyrone then suddenly grabbed Henry's hair and pulled the boy up. As Henry looked up, Tyrone spat in his face. "Know your place faggot". He pushed Henry back all the way down his cock.The thick black meat was now ball deep down the boy's throat. Grabbing the teen with both hands began to rapidly fuck the teen's mouth. Henry squirmed, but was held in place by Tyrone's strong large hands. The other three boys hollered and laughed at Henry's fate, encouraging Tyrone on. The young black buck didn't need encouraging as his aggressively fucked the boy's mouth. His black dick thrusted hard into Henry's mouth. Henry cried at the relentless assault. But Tyrone just grinned as he raped and abused the teen. Egged on by the sound of the other boys continuing to jeer at the white boy's humiliation. "Yo, this is how you handle a white batty boy. You need to assert your dominance over them so they know to respect you". Tyrone spoke to his gang, his leadership mentoring his young friends. The commotion had caught the attention of a few passengers sitting nearby; two girls in Henry's year, and an ethnic Pakistani man. The girls sneered and sniggered, pointing at Henry's humiliation. The Pakistani man looked in disgust at Henry, though as he returned to reading his newspaper, a smirk crept across his face. Henry felt humiliated, yet he was enjoying it too, having the young black buck take charge and assert his manhood over him. Finally given the chance to taste Tyrone's impressive African meat. It wasn't long before Tyrone started to heave, his body tightened, and his meat pulsate as the blood rushed to make the black cock even harder. "Ready for my nutt boy" Grunting deeply, Tyrone shot thick loads of his nutt inside Henry's violated mouth. The solid black cock exploded down the teen's throat, filling up the innocent boy with his creamy load. Tyrone took charge of his dick, grabbing his young cock and wanking himself, feeding more of his seed to the eager white faggot. Henry swallowed as much as he could, licking up any that escaped down the glistening black rod. Tyrone's warm boy juice coated his fingers, which Henry quickly sucked clean. The three other boys laughed and shouted insults "white faggot!", "fucking pussy-boi!", "batty boy!". Tyrone quickly put his dick away, shoving Henry away from him and pushing him against the window. He was done with the white faggot. He'd served his purpose - for now. As the bus pulled up at the next stop, the gang collected their things and took off. Tyrone grabbed Henry's face tightly, forcing his mouth open. He spat a thick globule of spit in the teen's mouth as one last assertion of his black masculinity over the white boy. The gang quickly left the bus, leaving Henry alone at the back of the bus. It was silent now, but he could hear the four of them laughing outside, giving Tyrone high fives. Henry felt used, and yet his own cock was rock hard. He discreetly wiped his cock out and jerked himself off, thinking about Tyrone's dick and savouring the older boy's creamy nutt in his mouth. He came quickly, shooting his cum onto the floor of the bus. As the bus continued down the road, Henry looked out the window as Tyrone and his friends walked away. He had his first taste of black cock and black masculinity and he wanted more. ENDS |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/unspoken-bonds | Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2024 19:25:06 +0000 From: k o Subject: Unspoken bonds, part 1 Unspoken Bonds, deel 1 Everyone is over 18 years of age Category: College, Authoritarian Please feel free to contact me: [email protected]. Homework: Is this story worth exploring? How would you develop it further? Some things are left open, like what else is in the box Ruben found? Jasper and Ruben, two classmates who barely knew each other, sat together in Jasper's studio. It was a small space, filled with furniture pushed against the walls to make room for a bed, a desk, and a cabinet that was nearly overflowing with belongings. It was clear that Jasper was doing his best to keep everything tidy, but small, messy details revealed that he didn't feel entirely at home here. Jasper, with his messy brown hair and slender frame, sat on his office chair. He wore a simple T-shirt that was a bit too big, hanging loosely around his shoulders. His jeans were faded, as though he'd worn them for years, and his sneakers were worn-out. He nervously bounced his foot as he sifted through the papers on his desk. He looked visibly uncomfortable, as though afraid that his studio wouldn't be impressive enough for Ruben. Ruben, on the other hand, exuded a kind of physical confidence that seemed almost effortless. He was taller and broader, with defined shoulders and arms that showed he regularly went to the gym. His skin was lightly tanned, and his spiky blond hair was perfectly styled. He wore a tight, dark buttoned shirt that fit snugly over his torso and light jeans that hung casually on his hips. His feet were clad in white sneakers that still looked remarkably new. Despite his appearance, Ruben didn't feel as confident as he looked. It was the first time he was really spending time with Jasper, and he didn't want to do anything that might make the situation uncomfortable. The conversation had been smooth so far, though mostly superficial. They talked about their project, exchanging ideas without delving too deeply into their own thoughts or feelings. But as they continued working, the air between them seemed to grow a little heavier, as though both felt an unspoken tension. "Do you happen to have a USB stick?" Ruben asked after a while, glancing at the papers on Jasper's desk. "Oh, uh... hang on," Jasper replied, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Take a look down there, at the bottom of the cabinet at the end of my bed. There should be a box where you can find it." Ruben walked over to the cabinet and crouched down to check the bottom compartment. The wooden cabinet creaked slightly as he pulled open a drawer, but he didn't see a box. He looked back at Jasper, who was now awkwardly stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I don't see anything," Ruben said. His eyes wandered until they stopped at a box peeking out from under the bed. Maybe that's it, he thought. Jasper glanced at Ruben, who was fumbling under the bed, and felt a sudden tightness in his chest. "Uh... Ruben," he said hesitantly. He knew exactly what was in that box and had hoped Ruben wouldn't notice it. Ruben pulled the box out from under the bed. As he lifted the lid, he expected to find papers, USB sticks, or other typical study materials. What he found instead surprised him. His eyes landed on a collection of strange items: a leather belt, a buckle with a chain attached, and a few other objects he couldn't immediately identify. For a moment, Ruben froze. His heart skipped a beat�not because he was startled, but because he didn't know how to react. His gaze quickly shifted to Jasper, who was now turning red and didn't seem to know where to put his hands. "Uh... this isn't what I was looking for," Ruben said quickly, his voice a bit hoarse. He knew he had to say something to break the tension, but he didn't want to make Jasper feel even more uncomfortable. Jasper lowered his eyes, his face burning with shame. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, as if trying to make himself smaller. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, barely audible. "You probably think I'm really weird now." But Ruben, seeing Jasper's reaction, gave a weak smile and shook his head. "No, not at all. Everyone has... things, right?" He wanted to reassure Jasper, even though he wasn't entirely sure how. Ruben looked at him, overcome by curiosity. His gaze returned to the box. It was hard not to look. What exactly were those things? He couldn't suppress the urge to take a closer look and started rummaging through the box. His fingers automatically brushed against one of the items�a strap with buckles�and he felt the cool, smooth leather beneath his skin. When he had a dildo in his hands the prickling tension of curiosity gave way to an uncomfortable realization. He had gone too far. "I... I didn't mean to... sorry," Ruben stammered, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. "I didn't mean to snoop through your stuff." Jasper glanced up briefly, his face still red. He seemed to want to say it didn't matter, but he couldn't find the words. The silence felt heavy, almost unbearable. Ruben felt awkward and tried to pull himself together. "Really," Ruben began again, this time more softly. "Everyone has... things, right? I mean, it's maybe not something I know, but that doesn't make it weird." He gave a faint smile, unsure if it would work, but hoping to put Jasper at ease. Jasper took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the floor. "I don't know," he whispered. "I just feel... a little strange. Like I'm not... normal." His voice nearly broke at the end of the sentence. He slowly stood up, walked to the bed, and sat down, burying his head in his hands. Ruben watched him for a moment, and his curiosity began to take over again. He couldn't help it; he wanted to know what those things were. The shiny metal buckle, the chains, the strange straps. They were objects he had never seen up close before, and he felt an irresistible urge to understand them. But at the same time, he knew it was wrong. He didn't want to embarrass Jasper further. "Sorry," he said again, this time with more conviction. "I shouldn't have looked in there. It's your privacy, and I should have respected that." Jasper sniffled and muttered, "No... it's not your fault. I should've put that box somewhere else." His voice was small, almost inaudible. "But... it is... um... something I'm insecure about." Ruben nodded slowly, feeling a wave of empathy. "I understand," he said softly. "Well, I think I understand. Or actually... no, I don't. But I want to." His gaze briefly flicked to the box again, and he gave a faint smile. "They're just... things I don't know." Jasper's shoulders slumped slightly, and he buried his head even deeper between his knees. "They're just... things that make me feel comfortable," he said hesitantly. "Things that help me... be myself." Ruben tried to cheer him up. "No, really, it's not a big deal at all. Look, I'll just put on this buckle with the chain." He grabbed the buckle and put it around his neck, even though he wasn't entirely sure how it was supposed to go. "Look at me now," he said with a smile. Jasper looked up and saw Ruben with the buckle around his neck. He couldn't help but smile a little. "Thank you, Ruben," he said softly. "Actually, the chain is supposed to hang at the front," Jasper added hesitantly. Ruben smiled and turned the buckle around. "There, now it's hanging at the front. Is this better?" he asked as he looked at Jasper. Jasper nodded and added, "Yes, but the chain should actually go into your pants And the ring, well it's supposed to go round your..." Ruben laughed and clumsily tucked the chain into his pants and the ring over his dick. "So, is this how it's supposed to be?" he asked with a playful smile. Jasper nodded again and said, "Yes, that's perfect." He felt relieved. Ruben felt the chain growing increasingly tight as his dick grew thicker, as if he was trapped in a situation he couldn't escape. "Oh," he said, carefully fiddling with the chain, "this is starting to feel very uncomfortable. It's... almost painful." Jasper looked at him with concern, his brown eyes filled with genuine worry. "Oh," he said softly, "if that's the case, maybe you should open your pants a bit so it can loosen up." The simple suggestion hit Ruben like a bolt of lightning. His cheeks immediately flushed red, and he instinctively turned away from Jasper. The very idea of opening his pants in Jasper's presence felt embarrassing and intimate in a way he couldn't quite describe. Still, he knew he'd have to do it because the ring wouldn't move. He tried to convince himself he could do it discreetly, without Jasper seeing anything. But as his hands reached for the buckle of his pants, another thought crept in. If he kept hiding, if he avoided this moment, Jasper might see it as rejection. A confirmation that Ruben thought he wasn't okay, that he was some kind of weirdo. He took a deep breath and straightened his back. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze initially fixed on the floor. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he looked at Jasper. Ruben hesitantly pulled at the button of his pants and slowly unzipped them. The chain loosened and slid down a little, becoming visible to Jasper. He now stood directly in front of him, fully exposed in more ways than one. Ruben swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "So... is this better?" he asked, trying to keep the situation light, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what to do with his hands, which he finally let fall to his sides. The moment felt endless, the silence between them almost tangible. Jasper's gaze wasn't mocking or judgmental but rather soft and searching. "Yes," he said at last, his voice calm. "That seems better." He looked up at Ruben, a small smile on his face. "Thank you for daring to do this, really." Ruben felt a strange warmth spreading through him�a mix of shame, relief, and something he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time, he didn't feel alone, as if he and Jasper were connected on a deeper level. Jasper and Ruben sat in an awkward silence for a moment, both fully aware of the situation. Ruben glanced down at the buckle and chain, a small smile playing on his face. "You know," he began, "I think I could totally pull off this whole buckle-and-chain look. It's... different, but actually kind of cool." Jasper looked up, surprised by Ruben's comment. "Do you think so?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, it's not something everyone would understand." Ruben tried to stand a little straighter and make light of the situation, but it wouldn't let him go. He stood there, his dick dangling out of his half-open pants, while Jasper watched him with a mix of confusion and fascination. His face began to glow, and he felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Yeah, uh, it's really a look, you know," Ruben said, his voice a little higher than usual as he nervously fiddled with the buckle. "Pretty... cool, actually." Jasper's lips curled into a small smile, but he tried not to laugh to avoid making Ruben even more uncomfortable. "Cool, for sure," he said softly, standing up from the bed. He walked toward Ruben and looked at the buckle, tilting his head slightly. "But maybe... this isn't exactly how it's supposed to be," he added, cautiously extending a hand. "May I?" Ruben looked at him with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the situation. "Uh, yeah... I think so," he mumbled, his face reddening even more. He let his hands drop and stood completely still as Jasper carefully took hold of the buckle with his soft, trembling fingers and began to adjust it. "You need to let the chain slide a bit more" Jasper explained as he adjusted it neatly. "That way, it feels less tight." He glanced up at Ruben's face, who seemed to be holding his breath. Ruben stood there, his face still flushed, looking down. The chain continued to pull tightly. He let out a nervous sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, I don't think this is working... it's still all too tight." Jasper remained calm and stepped closer, his gaze focused on Ruben's uneasy stance. "Listen, Ruben," he began gently, "it's really not such a big deal. I mean, everyone has... well, those kinds of moments. Trust me, I've seen a few things before," he added with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension. "And to be honest... you look pretty impressive." Ruben looked at Jasper, surprised, not knowing what to say. The compliment was unexpected and only made him more aware of how he was standing there, half-exposed and with the chain still dangling connecting the buckle round his neck to the ring round his dick. He didn't know whether to laugh or look away. Jasper still felt the tension lingering. He took a deep breath, unsure of what to do. "Maybe..." he began hesitantly, as he unbuttoned his own pants, "maybe it'll help if I... well... show you that you're not the only one who feels this way." He slid his pants down a little, giving Ruben a glimpse of his hard dick. "See? It's really nothing to be ashamed of," Jasper said softly, as his face slowly turned the same color as Ruben's. "Oh god, this is so stupid. Sorry, I'm really such a loser," Jasper muttered. Ruben stared at him for a moment, overwhelmed by what had just happened. Then, to his own surprise, he began to laugh softly. "If you're a loser, Jasper, then I'm one too," he said, gesturing to himself. "I mean, look at me, standing here with a collar and a chain." The two looked at each other, silent for a moment. Ruben stood there, his breathing shallow, feeling the blood rushing to his face. His heart pounded in his chest. "What am I doing here?" he wondered, as shame washed over him. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I... I didn't mean for it to go this far. This is my fault." Jasper finally looked at him, his eyes full of confusion. "Your fault? These are my things; I'm the one who brought you into this situation." He crossed his arms over his chest, as if trying to shield himself from the judgment he thought he saw in Ruben's gaze. Ruben felt a pang in his chest at Jasper's words. "No," he said quickly, his voice almost desperate. "That's not true. You're not ridiculous. You're... you're just being yourself." He took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. "You know, I often feel... small. Like I'm not good enough. Like I mess everything up." Jasper let his arms fall and looked at Ruben with a frown. "You?" he asked incredulously. "You always seem so... confident." Ruben laughed bitterly. "No, not at all. I'm a master at pretending. If you knew how often I call myself a loser..." "I don't believe that," Jasper said. "I'm always afraid people don't even notice me," Jasper admitted. "But you... you're different. I've noticed you since the start of the school year. You walk through the hallways like you can handle anything. Everything you do just seems to work out. I'm sure you'll graduate with flying colors, and everyone thinks you're amazing. Believe me, you wouldn't want to hang around a loser like me." Ruben's laughter faded slowly, replaced by a serious expression. "That's not true, Jasper," he said. "I might act confident, but I'm really not. You know, when I saw that box of yours... I didn't know what to feel. They're things I don't understand, but you can see what they're doing to me." He looked at the chain and his dick still throbbing, then back at Jasper. "A collar and a chain... it feels like I'm some kind of slave or something," Ruben admitted, his voice soft and almost fragile. Jasper shook his head. "No, you're not," he said with conviction. "You're not a slave, Ruben. You're a winner." Ruben swallowed, his eyes briefly closing. Then, with a sudden movement, he let his pants fall all the way down. "Then you are too," he said with a broken smile. The tension between them hung heavy, weighty, as they stared at each other, uncertain of what might happen next. |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/a-sweet-peach-just-ripe | Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2024 17:33:25 +0200 From: David Subject: A sweet peach just ripe A sweet peach just ripe. Any constructive criticism, or friendly comments to [email protected] Support Nifty with your donation. Thanks! This is my story about my sweet young nephew Erik and how I helped him discover his blossoming sexuality. Waiting until his parents left, that was the only way I could think of to get my hands on my little young nephew. Every time Eric swam in our pool, I spent the day watching him and grew my desire to touch him. Normally his little buddy Roger came over to play. There was always much horsing around in the water, and they enjoyed themselves. I watched Eric's bouncing little basket and those squeezable butt cheeks in his skin tight speedo and started to realize I had to have him! Well, I am a dominant top, pure and simple, but don't get me wrong that doesn't mean I am a cruel or mean man. I have a young lover, David. I make love to him, but I want to be in charge. David knows and likes that. Well, I believe boys need to have a guy who can help them when they need it. Men like me are horny creatures. I am horny all the fucking time, and it hard to resist a boy once I knew he was attracted to me. David and I are not monogamous, we let each other play around. I believe boys need a real man to show them the way and I am willing to help them out. Well, who can resist the temptation once a boy is ready for sex? Very young boys don't yet suffer from lust, from need, from constant desire, but despite that, they can feel a lot of pleasure. They experiment with their little friends, and you know what I mean when I say experiment. They like to discover each other, kiss and cuddle, but deep down a boy knows he needs to be fucked. That's the simple truth, and that'd the level I love to join in. Of course it is all about getting that truth between the ears of a boy. After some time they love to get fucked and always come back for more. They even sent their little friends to me to be deflowered. Eric, in one line, my little nephew looked great! Well, Eric's chest development was not impressive, he was still a boy. It didn't matter because his boy's chest perfectly balanced by his slim waist and a firm, up-tilted boy ass. I loved that, he looked still so cute and boyish. My cock reacted and I felt the Lycra above my the piss slit went damp. I stared at Eric without trying to hide my interest anymore. The boy got quite a show, because my cock started to get hard and suddenly poked through the hole in my swim shorts. It throbbed and jumped with my heartbeat. Eric was mesmerized by the sight of it, but he didn't look away. The moment I felt my cock was exposed to his curious eyes I struggled to get it back inside. I was his uncle and had to keep my decency. This all sounds like Eric was very innocent, but believe me, he was a naughty boy. He was obviously aware of my indiscreet starring at the crack of his cute boyish butt which was highlighted by his low slung speedo, but he didn't seem to mind. Eric wasn't worried about me liking men and boys, he wasn't bothered that his uncle was gay or 'different' as he called it. He was quite happy with me watching him. Well, what he didn't know was he my favorite type of sex partner, blonde, young, a handsome teen with an innocent boyish smile. The next day I sat stood there at the pool and watched him. I wrapped my hand softly around my cock. I was hard but wasn't jacking off, I was just holding and squeezing the base of my cock. Eric looked up at me at the same time and I quickly I hid the growing bulge of my package under my towel. Eric smiled at me and asked, "Do you like that?" I felt a little embarrassed, and asked him, "What do you mean?" Eric smiled and said, "This!" and leaned forward and touched my boner lightly. Wow, his touch felt wonderful! "Amazing," he giggled as my cock throbbed under his small hand. All sorts of things were swimming through my head. It was kind of dangerous and kind of scary to be so close to him. All of this somehow made Eric even more attractive and I became horny as hell. Still, I was his uncle and he was my little nephew. I was so horny, I didn't care he saw my cock, but I knew what I had to do. I stood up quickly, and covered my hard cock with my towel. I excused myself and rushed to the toilets. I could already feel myself getting close to cumming and felt the cum start to rise from my balls. Inside the cubicle I closed my eyes panting and imagined how much I would enjoy to have my cock in my little nephew's cute little ass. I knew Eric had needs, I was the one who knew how to help him our. I vividly imagined putting my cock at the crevice between his ass cheeks. Finding the tender boy opening at which pressed my cock. Oh my god, it would be wonderful to enter him slowly, before I fucked his brains out. I groaned so loud I thought the police would come to get me, and my cock was dripping precum. I felt my excitement building with light stroking and fondling and as my climax build up. It only took a few seconds, and I felt the first signs of my impending orgasm. I was totally focused on Eric's tight boy ass, as felt a shot of lighting in my brain. My phantasy got me, oh yes, in my mind my cock perched deep inside his so fucking tight pucker. In my mind I fucked him with long hard thrusts, my whole cock deep into him. Eric writhed as his boy cum was pushed out of him. I fucked in and out of his nephew's young body and knew I would make this heavenly for both of us. I screamed because the thought taking his cherry was too much to handle. I couldn't hold it any longer. I let out a loud moan as I shot my cum. Surprised I watched as a second and third spurt flew out of my cock and into air. When I had finished cumming my body jerked hard a couple of times and my knees buckled. It was fucking incredible, but it took me several minutes to recover. The actual intensity of pleasure I experienced at the moment of climax was hard to describe. I enjoyed the journey, the teasing, the tension and time it took me to give myself over. I finally did allow myself to cum dreaming about him, I felt as though I had earned it, a true reward for discipline and patience with my little nephew. Eric was swimming in the pool again as I came back. He stopped to smile at me. I nodded my head just slightly in recognition of his smile and touched my crotch to salute him. Would he have any idea what was going on? Eric actually raised from the water and wiggled his butt at the same moment. This was an excellent sign of possible mutual interest, but in his case I was not so sure. I saw him flirting and eyeing me but I didn't know he had real sexual interest in me. Eric was in a different world, innocent and young, actually still a boy but I was eager to open up his horizons. I also realized that I had to be very careful in my approach. I was observing my little nephew expectantly and let my thoughts run free. I looked Eric in his wet speedo, lying on a towel, looking up to me with a slightly dopey grin. I followed his eyes and knew he was fascinated by the outline of my cock. Eric his eyes remained stuck between my legs, ogling in open admiration at my full package. You haven't seen nothing yet, boy! I have lots more in store for you, I thought looking at Eric's smooth, firm butt-cheeks. Eric's ass cheeks were cute as hell, soft and rounded, yet tight, young and firm, they looked so fucking inviting. Eric didn't seem to notice was that my eyes were intently watching his young body when he lay on his stomach. I felt my heart miss a beat and I held my breath in admiration at his beautiful young physique. Eric's speedo hugged his backside snugly, transparently cupped each cheek, and showed just an inch or two of his crack as well. I loved it and got horny again! I thought about taking both his ass cheek in my hands right now. It had been always fantastic to open up a virgin boy and all my previous doubts and reluctance had disappeared but I came back to reality. Eric laughed impishly at my excited face and dived into the water. I watched in admiration as he swam around. He swam with practiced motion away from me, fast and secure. I watched as he swam back to the side of the pool and said, "Come, swim with me." I answered, "Give me a minute, will be right there," I answered, "I need to finish applying some more sun cream first." Actuality I needed time for my dick to get soft again. I couldn't stand up quite yet. My cockhead was starting to poke out the top of my swim shorts. I looked over at him and he placed both his feet on the edge of the pool while floating on his back! He was deliberately teasing me! He was simply gorgeous! I rubbed slowly more lotion all over my body and said, "Eric, I've never seen a boy as handsome as you are." Eric laughed and said with a big smile on his face, "You really mean that?" I glanced down at the little crotch of his skimpy speedo. The small lump that was pressing against the Lycra was having a effect between my own legs, and I nodded, wondering if he understood my flirting. Did he understand the joy and sensations that sex could bring him? I doubted it, and looked at Eric's face, and saw that he was looking into my eyes. Eric knew I was watching him, and it was obvious that he was enjoying it! He softly kneaded his crotch of his speedo. What was a fucking little tease! He giggled, put a hand up to his mouth and said softly, "I see that the front your swim shorts are bulging and there is a wet spot there! I'll bet you have a hard cock!" I was shocked but didn't deny it and he confessed, "I've never seen a cock so huge before." I looked at the growing boy lump between his legs. He was still floating on his back and I saw him staring at my cock. Awesome, but true! I reached down with my hand and began caressing my throbbing cock through my swim shorts as I smiled at him and nervously told him that I couldn't show him here and now. Eric laughed and dove under the water. I breathed a sigh of relief, this had completely taken me by surprise. When he came swimming back my cock was soft enough to stand up. I walked over to the pool and I dived in. I was drifting close to him and he pushed me under the water, together we surfaced, coughing, sputtering, and laughing. An uncle having innocent fun with is little nephew, who on earth could see anything bad in that? We splashed each other and I held him briefly before throwing him playfully into the air. Eric squealed with delight and my desire burned in my mind and in my cock. We climbed ashore and he went back to his towel. Eric smiled at me and turned around. Again it looked like he showing off his body for me and I was thrilled how easy this all went. I thought Eric very well might need a more experienced guy to learn a few things about his body. Someone like me, of course, a guy with an open mind, who could introduce him to his sexuality and give him some support and affection. Well, I wanted my little nephew to be confident about his sexuality. I didn't think sex was anything to be ashamed of, and hoped he would be into it. I doubted my chances, would he be open to that? That afternoon I pounded into Daivid's hot, boy pussy. My young fuck buddy was always eager and my cockhead found the very depths of his young teen anal passage. My cock slipped out but I thrusted straight back into his wet gaping hole. I fucked him and was on fire. My seat dripped, beading on my skin and a vibrating, tingling sensation started to build up in my balls, that divine feeling of fucking a boy, ub his case a cute perfectly toned young teen who himself was begging for more. The sensation of my cock deep in his bowels set me off, my muscles contracted and my cum began to gush out of my cock. I yelled out, "Oh boy..!" and spasms rocked through my being. It felt so fucking good! "Oh god, David..." It was almost painful as I powerful orgasmed. In a flash I thought about Eric's tiny virgin boy pussy and spunked so fucking hard and so fucking much. I could barely get my breath, my fingers dug tightly into the flesh of David's back, his legs coiled tightly around me. My whole body felt spent, my skin glowed, I pulled out, and streaks of cum string out between my cock and his gaping boy hole. I sat back, releasing a long contented sigh. Looking down at David and felt a bit guilty I had thought on my peak about my little nephew. David somehow was aware of that but smiled. He required with a wink, "What are you going to do with your little nephew, are you going to fuck him?" I blushed, and mumbled, "No idea if he'll be open to it." David laughed, "Go for it, the boy's all yours, a sweet peach just ripe for the picking" I growled, "Shut up!" David laughed at me, "Don't hold back for me, if he's ready I'd love to join in." That's David, open about everything and rarely jealous. He kissed me, "Wait until he's alone, he is ready and will be eager to have you." I looked puzzled, but David insisted, "He needs you, he's your nephew, you can just walk in on him." He winked again and put on his clothes and said, "Go for it! Seduce him, fuck him, make the boy happy!!" Without David, I went back to the pool and sat back in a deck chair. I casually looked around again to see if the object of my desire was still there. Eric was and what really set me off, was that Roger joined him. The boys played together happily in the pool for a few minutes. At one point Eric had jumped onto Roger's back and held on for dear life as his buddy tried to shake him off but he held on. The friction between Roger's back and Eric's crotch caused, to his horror, an inevitable boner. Eric tried to paddle quietly over to the corner of the pool hoping nobody would notice him hiding there but Roger laughed and followed him. Sitting on the edge of the pool the boys started making out! I took the opportunity to get a good look at them. Both boys really did look like all the teenage boys here, but Eric was small and looked really young. There was no doubt they were innocent and inexperienced. They sat beside the pool and hugged. Hesitantly they began to explore each other and I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched them. They were that age where they want to explore each other, but it looked so sweet and innocent, so fucking clumsy. Soon their lovemaking changed, it embodied a lot of hugging and kissing. I stared to shaking with desire. I felt my own need, I wanted to fuck my sweet little nephew. I almost came right there as I looked at these gorgeous young boys having fun. They hugged and cuddled, held hands and whispered to each other. Suddenly Eric rolled over on top of his buddy and as Roger's hands disappeared into the back of Eric's well-filled speedo. I almost went crazy watching them. Roger started working Eric's speedo down, but before anything could get started, David came back and placed his fingers in his mouth whistled as loud. They broke off and a jumped up, eyes wide with boyish startlement. I cursed David but he said, "Oh don't worry boys, enjoy each other, but don't get into trouble, not everyone around here is so open-minded. Roger 's parents just showed up to pick him up." They blushed and pulled themselves together. As they broke apart, I got a good look at Eric's hardon just before he slipped it back into his speedo. Eric gave his buddy a quick kiss and dove into the pool to hide his erection and to cool down. An idea had been percolating in the back of my mind. I wanted to be the one who would teach Eric what sex was really about. Maybe he wouldn't want that, but I had my ways of convincing a young boy. I thought how easy I could overpower my little nephew and to give him the lessons he so obvious needed to became a good lover. I realized something obvious, I needed that cute little boyish ass and was going to fuck him very soon. Just one week later, Eric was home alone. I felt a thrill running down his spine, thinking about him. I was enjoying Eric's tentative experiments with Roger but I knew that he needed his first sexual encounter with a man like me. Over many years of experience with virgin boys I had learned that boys like my young nephews crave the feeling of being dominated. They were too hesitant, too insecure to enjoy real sex, so they want to be taken by a real man. Sure, being fucked for the first time was going to hurt, especially if the boy was young and the top had a large cock. However that pain was always transient, it was the feeling of being taken by a real man which your boy will remember and which will have him running back to me, desperate for more. My nephew Eric would not be an exception. |
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/fins-embarrassment | Date: Sat, 14 Dec 2024 19:33:59 +0000 From: Anony Mous Subject: Fins Embarrassment - Part One I just woke up from the hottest dream, my cock already hard, thinking about my new neighbour I met three weeks ago. Lucas. He was right there in the gym with me, telling me to go for another rep on my back squats, not giving me a choice, just telling me, I loved his assertiveness. He looked so hot the day we met--short brown hair, clean-shaven, muscles popping out of his vest as he carried boxes with ease. He'll be here at 8:30 for todays session, but theres no way I can go the gym without getting this dream off my mind. I lay there, stroking myself slowly, letting my mind wander through a few scenarios. A rush of excitement coursed through me. I'll play one of my favourite predicament games. Exactly what I needed to clear my head before facing Lucas. I glanced at the clock. 7:02. If I was quick, I had time for a 30-minute session. With a deep breath, I pulled my hand away, tossed off the covers, and headed straight for the spare room--my "play room." Kicking my boxers off on the way, I felt my erection spring free, hard and eager in front of me. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the back wall: lean but toned, my dark hair a little unruly from sleep, eyes still heavy-lidded. The faint stubble along my jaw hinted at late nights, and I could see the tension I was holding in my shoulders, my posture a bit too rigid. This room was where I could let go of all that, where I didn't have to be anything but myself. A ring hung from the ceiling, and discreet rings had been bolted into the floor, they told the room's story. I walked over to the chest of drawls and reached in for my favourite restraints and began the ritual of locking them on each wrist and ankle. This was one of my favourite parts of the process, the satisfying weight already settling me. The polished steel looked incredible, cold and unyielding, hugging each limb in perfect symmetry. I'd had them made specifically for my sizes, so the fit was perfect. I then reached for one of my weighted steel ball stretcher and locked it snugly around my scrotum, feeling my full, heavy balls hang down, anticipation building with every lock that clicked shut. I'd normally spend more time enjoying this process, but today I needed to rush if I was going to get off before Lucas arrived. It was still enjoyable, but my preferred sessions were over multiple hours. I then took a specific length of rope and threaded it through the ring in the ceiling. Getting the length just right was essential--it needed to provide just enough tension to add discomfort without relief. Satisfied, I locked each ankle to a spreader bar, securing my feet a challenging distance apart. Standing straight would be impossible, which would only deepen the challenge once I was in place. I set up the vibrating wand, mounted on a pole with a snug cock sleeve attached to it. I adjusted the position so that once I leaned forward, I'd be unable to pull away from it. The tight sleeve would keep me right where I needed to be--caught in place, where finishing too soon would only make things that much harder. I didn't have long, I'd usually play for much longer, so I set the wand to its most intense edging setting. I'd have thirty seconds on full power, followed by twenty seconds off. The real genius of this setup was the magnetic timer lock I'd designed and manufactured myself. It was a crucial part of a lot of my setups and allowed me to play alone, for as long as I liked without having to worry about involving anyone else. I'd rigged it so that it would keep me locked in position for exactly 30 minutes--no way out until the timer released. I attached the rope from the ring in the ceiling to the cuff around my balls, running it taut from the spreader bar at my ankles. The other end of the rope dangled just behind me, fitted with one half of the magnetic lock. Once I leaned forward and pressed my wrists together behind me, locking them onto the magnet, I'd be stuck. Bent forward in this position, the strain would start almost immediately, every muscle forced to work harder than usual. Trying to stand straight would only make things worse, pulling the rope down and tightening the relentless pressure on my balls. Five minutes would be bearable--just. But every minute after that would feel like exquisite torture, exactly the kind of challenge I craved. And with the vibrator's programmed pattern ready to kick in at any moment, I knew it would push me right to the edge quickly. I slipped a large ring gag into my mouth, strapping it tightly around the back of my head, then took a deep breath, savouring the anticipation, I look to the big digital clock on the wall, waiting for its bright red numbers to hit 7:20 exactly, then leaned forward and pressed my wrists to the magnet, feeling the satisfying click as it locked me in place. As soon as I hear that click, a wave of thrill courses through me--I'm fully committed now, truly stuck in this position until the timer releases me. The timer is merciless; it doesn't care about my groans or any discomfort, only ticking down the minutes without pause. I look back at the clock, it's 7:21, I'll barely have half an hour to pull myself together, get dressed, and meet Lucas for the gym. But for now, it's just me, this predicament, and the intoxicating thrill of it all. My thoughts drift to Lucas as I make small, careful thrusts into the tight sleeve gripping my cock, just enough movement to keep the sensation building. Then, with a sudden hum, the vibrator springs to life, sending jolts of pleasure that make my pulse race. I do my best to angle myself just right, making the most of every vibration with tiny adjustments, each one bringing me closer. I close my eyes, the image of Lucas front and centre in my mind, every bit of control now out of my hands. I can feel my orgasm building, too fast and too strong. Off and on the vibrator goes, following the same programmed pattern relentlessly. Thirty seconds on, followed by twenty seconds off. I have to hold my orgasm back for as long as I can, if I let go too soon, I'll have to suffer through the pain of overstimulation. I'll hold for as long as I can, but theres no way I'll make it through the full 30 minutes without blowing my load. My back already aches, my arms are starting to burn, and I have no idea how much time has passed--though it can't have been more than ten minutes. I'm right on the edge now, my whole body tense, when suddenly, almost too perfectly, the vibrator cuts out. I'm left hanging there, pulsing with need, denied at the last second. It's unbearably hot, and somehow even more arousing. I can't help but imagine Lucas in control, his finger hovering over the switch, watching me strain and squirm. He'd have that cocky grin, edging me mercilessly, seeing just how much I could take. After what feels like an eternity, the vibrator kicks back to life. Relief mixes with desperation as the tension in my shoulders builds; it's intense, but I'm grateful for even a momentary distraction from the relentless pull on my balls. I open my eyes for the first time, catching my reflection in the mirror, raw and vulnerable, and manage to glance at the clock. Only 16 minutes have passed. I'm constantly moaning, shuffling and trying to find comfort in the discomfort. It's relentless teasing driving me to the edge over and over. Fuck. Time's moving too slowly, and I need release, now. I focus, willing the toy that traps my cock to keep going, to bring me over the edge. And then, finally, it happens. The sensation builds, unstoppable, until it erupts--my legs shake, the steel cuffs rattle against my ankles, and a thick stream of cum spills onto the laminate floor beneath me. One pulse, then another, each release loud and intense, followed by a third as I tense, trying to draw every last ounce of pleasure from the moment. A fourth, slower drip hangs down from my cock, and I'm still hard, the vibrator mercilessly coaxing more. I force myself to exhale, catching my breath as I look up at the clock. 6 minutes to go. My cock is hyper sensitive, but the vibrator doesn't care, it's relentless, on and off, on and off, this is the game I've set up for myself. I set the timer when I'm lost in desire, knowing I'll be here, bound to every second, stuck with no choice but to endure. Why do I do this to myself? The vibrator that moments ago was giving me insane pleasure is not a source of pain. Sweat drips from my forehead, and I'm gasping, now I'm really feeling it. I can feel my eyes rolling back into my forehead, the vibrator just doesn't quit. The edging setting knows me perfectly and right now it knows that full power is exquisite torture. Just four more minutes. Four very long minutes. I tug at my wrists instinctively, even though I know it's useless--every piece of gear in this room is built to withstand whatever I throw at it, especially now when I'm too worn out to even hope to break free. I try to refocus, letting the numbness in my cock dull the sharp edge of overstimulation. The pain lingers, deepening, the kind that takes longer and longer to fade with each round. I force myself to glance up at the clock. One minute left. Thank god. I can hold on. Another orgasm feels impossible, so I stop thinking about that and focus on the tension in my balls, the ache that's become a kind of twisted relief in itself. Then, finally, the clock hits 7:50, the magnets should release any second, and that moment is going to feel like the biggest relief I've ever known. I start planning my release--first turning the vibrator off, then unlocking the cuff from my balls. My shoulders burn, numbness creeping in. I can almost feel a trickle of something warm, and I have a fleeting thought of blood, but I daren't look. I wait, breaths shallow, ready for the release. But it doesn't come. I shift, heart pounding, and glance at the clock again--7:51. Why hasn't it released me? I twist around to check the timer plugged into the wall socket. It reads 269 minutes remaining. I'm so confused, I must be reading it wrong. It's hard to look around and see the timer, due to the position I'm in in this corner of the room, but I manage to look again. It says 268 minutes now. How can that be? It doesn't make sense, I set the timer for 30 minutes, and locked myself in at 7:20, its now 7:52, putting two and two together I realise that in my rush I must have set 300 minutes instead of 30.. thats 5 hours! Fuck! How could I be so careless? I'm usually so meticulous--that's part of the thrill for me. I've never messed up this badly before. So many thoughts flash through my mind. How am I going to endure the vibrator on full power for another four and a half hours? What am I going to do when Lucas comes looking for me at 8:30 for our gym session? I try to think, to concentrate, but my cock won't let me. The teasing pressure from the vibrator has started again and pulling me back into that maddening edge, making it impossible to focus on anything except the constant, torturous pleasure coursing through me. Why did I set it to the most intense setting, a less powerful setting would have been more than enough to get me off, but the temptation to do more extreme things is always so strong. A string of saliva hangs from my mouth, and I'm sure the constant hum of the vibrator, along with the low, involuntary moans slipping from my throat, must make for quite a scene. The thought brings a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill. I glance up at the clock again--8:01. Almost ten minutes have passed since I last checked, but each second has felt like an hour. I'm a mess; there's cum all over the floor, and the wand will not stop teasing me. I've been edged over and over again in last ten minutes. The thought that I'm truly stuck, that no one's coming to save me, pulses through my mind. The vibrator hums on, determined to keep me on edge, refusing to let me cum. Desperation starts to take over, and I begin to thrash, testing every restraint, hoping that somehow this time something might give. But every move reminds me of the setup I've committed to--the rope taut and unyielding, sending bolts of pain through my balls each time I pull against it. There's no escape from the predicament I created for myself. With every thrash, every struggle, I'm reminded of just how thoroughly I've bound myself, I built this system myself, with absolute security being key and a major part of the turn on. It's not the same if I can just release myself when it gets tough, this situation its real. The wands relentless edging doesn't let up. I'm barely getting twenty seconds to think before it powers back up and edges me again. Then it happens again. This time I blow my load with more power than the first, every pulse from my cock shoots a string of cum directly onto the floor in front of me. My legs are shaking, I can barely stand now but the wand doesn't care, it wants to milk me dry. The remnants now hang from the end of my cock just left poking out of the sleeve. In any other circumstance I'd say it looks sexy, but today i'm in pain and it doesn't feel sexy at all, I want it to be over. My cock is even more sensitive than after the first orgasm, but again, the wand doesn't care. I'd set it to its most intense setting and thats just what it was giving me. I had to find a way to escape. Running through the setup in my mind, I knew the knots of the rope would be too hard to undo without the full dexterity of my fingers, but maybe if I could shuffle around and use the mirror, I might be able to see a weakness. The sleeve of the wand was too tight on my cock, my rock hard cock unrelating as the vibrator began to edge me again. How much more could I take? Was it possible to pass out from edging? It certainly felt like it right now. Each break from the wand gave me twenty seconds to think, but I knew it was impossible. Each time I tugged at my hands the pain in my now very empty balls got worse, but I felt so so desperate. On and off, on and off. Why didn't I go with a battery-powered wand? It'd be dead by now... but that never seems as thrilling. I like my gear to be serious, powerful, built to last. My whole body is slick with sweat, each pulse making it harder to keep still. Sweat pools under my feet, trapped between my skin and the laminate floor, making every shift unsteady. I'm acutely aware that if I were to slip, this situation would only spiral further out of control. Another ten minutes of pain and intense edging were followed by another powerful orgasm, weaker than the last, but still ripped through me. Most people couldn't dream of having an orgasm as powerful as these and here I was not being able to do anything about it. What looked like litres of cum now all over the floor, combined with a constant stream of drool from my mouth. I've never had three orgasms in a session before, but after 50 minutes of my most powerful vibrator on its most powerful setting, my balls have been well and truly milked dry. Suddenly a loud knock at the door echoes through the house, cutting through the hum of the vibrator and jolting me back to reality. Shit! Lucas is here! My heart stops. No. I can barely comprehend it, but it's unmistakable. Of course he is. He might be my only chance of getting out of this mess. The knock echoes again, and I feel a fresh wave of panic and humiliation twist in my gut. I can't let him see me like this. I'm naked, locked into my own bondage, with every inch of my body on full display. There's cum on the floor in front of me, drool trailing down my chin and onto my chest, and I know my face is a mess of sweat and desperation. The thought of Lucas seeing me this way--so completely vulnerable, exposed, and utterly helpless--makes my stomach clench. I've got to make this decision quickly. Realistically he's my only chance of getting free, without suffering though another four hours of this relentless predicament. I don't think I can do it. 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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boy-in-blue/boy-in-blue-6 | Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2023 07:04:19 +0000 From: Master Sean Subject: Boy in blue -Chapter 6 Blowing blue blood Boy In Blue This story is a fiction and for mature reader only. Please donating to support Nifty by link https://donate.nifty.org/ . Roles in this chapter Peter Palmer : 5'9"; 61 yo; 33 years service in blue; Police Cheif in 2012 ; 2018 retired as chairman of Anti-Modern Slavery ; dead in 2022 Gregory Quinn : 6'2"; 45 yo; 20 years service in blue; Inspector in 2015 ; Deputy Police Chief in 2022 Eric Tull : 6'0"; 54 yo; G&S meditation CEO in 2000 William Freeman: 5'8"; 43 yo; Police Psychotherapist David Corey : 5'3"; 39 yo; usurer Wade Nash : 5'8"; 32 yo; drug dealer Jerry Dyer : 5'9"; Gang leader Paul Anglim : 5'6"; Mayor Robert Palmer : 13 yo; adopted in 2014 The shift code effecting Peter immediately even he keeping self-hypnosis all the dinner time. "Yes Sir, your boy is waiting your order now. Thank You Sir." The words coming out naturally without Peter's self control. And his knees automatic on the floor with toes together in V sharp. His chest forward and below head with eyes looking down , then his hands put together behind his head under the hat. Eric take off Peter's chief police hat and throw it on the floor. Put right hand on Peter's head. "Looking like my slave Peter forgot bald head rule, Time for punish." Peter in half conscious status for see what's happen on himself but totally out of the body control , The extreme fear raising up in his heart for the unknown punishment coming. But Peter can't control what's words coming out of his mouth. "Yes Sir, your stupid boy need been punished for disobey your rules, Thank You Sir. " Peter's left palm slapping on his own left side face hard and counting the number of slap for mathing his hand . "One, Two, Three, Four .... " Stop slap left face till 20 times. Peter trying control his own body but right palm up and slap another side face now. After right side 20 times slapping, Peter's face in burning hot and huge humility in mind. The punishment bring shame on his neat uniform which weaken Peter' energy for resist Eric's hypnosis, His self cognition becomes vague and turn to be focus on what's Eric told. "Are you still locked in chastity ? My slave Peter." Peter unzipped his pants and took his tiny cock out of white underwear and uniform pants."No Sir, your stupid boy disobey your chastity rules too, And masturbate every night for cum out without your order, your boy desir your punish and guidance. Thank You Sir." Peter cannot believe his mouth saying out his sexual secret, His self-hypnosis cannot help for insist to be the strongest man as the police chief in charge now. His mind avoid to recording the shame words from his own mouth. "What's happen after you buy the collar and go home ? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , your little boy meet a secretly Master online for earning more slave training and your boy relized his mind get fucked and controlled by you during the self-hypnosis training. Thank You Sir." "What's your plan to do ? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , your little boy arranged to support one new dope dealer for complete with your business , Then find out who are behind and support you. Thank You Sir." "How is your plan going now ? My slave Peter.""Yes Sir, your little boy already find a quailfied drug dealer name Wade Nash, And sending an inspector name Gregory Quinn for help. Thank You Sir." "How much they're know about me and my business ? My slave Peter.""Yes Sir , they know nothing about you and your business , your little boy don't want his men know about their boss was manipulated dolls， Thank You Sir." "R you still try to resist my control now ?""No Sir, your little was so happy back to your feets and doing best to please you , Thank You Sir." Eric noticing Peter's body keeping in kneel pose stable and speak sincerely without hidden or hesitation. Eric know Peter back to totally subconscious status and need more repeated training actives to confirm his control now. "Time for dinner now , My slave Peter." Eric take handful of foods and show it to Peter. Peter eating from Eric's hand by mouth and licking Eric's every fingers by tongue. Then Eric take the dish to make all foods dump to Peter's throat. "Don't wasted foods ,My slave Peter ."Peter like greedy pig trying swallow all feeding. The oil and juice over Peter's face and beard. So Peter trying use tongue to licking it all but without think about use his hands. "The front hole was filled, Now for the back one , My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." Peter take down uniform pants to his knees and use hands wildly open his asshole. Eric throw a lobster on the floor without words. After try few times Peter cannot put lobster into his tightly asshole. So Peter looking to Eric for begging help. "Sorry Sir , your boy need your help , Thank You Sir." "Turn around , My slave Peter" Peter crwaling fast and up his butt to Eric. Eric wear rubber gloves which find in Peter's duty belt package and put three fingers in Peter's anal for expending few minutes. The fingers put in ass make Peter feeling hard pain and moaning lots . "Shut fucking up , and relax your butt. My slave Peter ." Peter closed his mouth tightly and try to relax butt but failed. Eric take off Peter's leather belt and starting whipping Peter's butt. After 60 hits Peter's butt was busted open and bleeding. Eric spraying cold water from the wine ice bucket on Peter's bloody butt which make Peter cannot feeling his butt anymore. Eric's hand balled into fist and thrust into Peter's anal. Peter yelling out by the extremely painful and tears down. After 3 minutes fisting Peter's anal totally relax down , Then Eric use lobster replace his fist into Peter's asshole. The claws hanging outside of butt like a pig tail. "Drinking through nose in the bucket ,My slave Peter ." The ice water freezing Peter's face and failed to get water through nose , The cold water stimulate Peter's head trying out of bucket . Eric put step on Peter's head to force Peter put all head in ice bucket. Peter trying to touch the bottom of bucket obediently , The cold water into Peter's nose , mouth and ears, Feeling like wear a freezen mask and can't breathing . The mind of Peter give up to judge live or death , All depend on Eric's decision . Peter's body turning softly and spread-eagled to barely keeping body in crawl pose . Eric take back leg and pull Peter's uniform collar to help Peter straight his back . Peter get dizzy in mind and his body was all wobbly. Water flowing on his face and dropped on his oiled uniform. Peter no more care about his uniform and honor now, Only care about Eric's need and please , He would even dead for Eric's order . Eric is the Gold, the truth ,the rules , the destiny for Peter . Eric below body and saying slowly by Peter's ear. "Who you really are? My slave Peter. " "Yes Sir, I am your little pain pig boy. Thank You Sir." "What's you really desire ? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, I desire to be your feets for service and please you well, Thank You Sir. " "What's you really need? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, I need your powerful piss and cum. Thank You Sir." Eric unzipped pants and take out his penis pointing to Peter. Peter open wildly mouth and out tongue with obediently. The hot piss over Peter's head and face , Giving Peter warming feeling and aroused the energy of the inner heart. Peter keep head up for all piss then moving on knees to close Eric's penis. Peter use tongue licking Erice's glans and balls. His eyes looking forward to Eric's face. When Peter see Eric's face smiling then he took whole cock in mouth with tongue wrap up. Peter staring on Eric's smiling face and moving his head faster and faster. The penis turing hard and bigger in Peter's mouth , and his eyes open wildly druing his mouth extrend. The light of ceiling into Peter's eyes directly and strongly. But Peter cannot changed pose angle without Eric's order. The cum finally filled Peter's mouth and he close eyes to avoid the light. The cum smelling effecting Peter's mind to paint his desire and need. Then his formerly secretly Master self-analysis process memories was coming back. Peter see a muscular bear in the neat uniform with golden medals fully his chest, There's lots applauses and flowers around him. Then the picture fade out in black, So Peter running up and trying catch it by hand. But his hand opening a door ,And his little daughter giveing him a sweetie hug. Peter picked up his daughter with smiling and kissing his daughter deeply. A sumptuous dinner on the table behind them , Peter try to make seat for his daughter but his eyes in black again. The tears dropped out and mixed with Eric's piss that's make Eric don't notice it. With few self-control back Peter turn to half-subconscious status again.And he keeping talking to himself in mind about who is in control now. Peter use tongue clean the cum on Eric's cock with angry raise in heart and keeping calm on the face. While Eric enjoying Peter's oral service, Peter take back body control little by little in the mind. "Shit the lobster out without use hands, My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." There are more painful for the lobster take out than put in. The sweats is over Peter's forehead and use all energy of body to pushing the lobster out of his ass. The released give Peter higher joyful and he can feeling his ass under his self control now. "Wear belt as collar and waiting for use, My slave Peter " Eric go out the room."Yes Sir, Thank You Sir ." Peter put his own belt on his neck and let the end of belt hanging over his stain uniform. He straight back and put hands behind his head . The end of leather belt wobbly hit his tiny cock itch terribly. Peter want stabilize the belt in mind and his right hand following his mind order to hold the belt immediately. His body control totally come back now. What's should I do now ? Peter ask himself in mind. Then he looking around to find his handgun holster and attached around the his right leg. Turning on body cameras and adjust the angle for maximize shooting range. Years of experience as cop let Peter aware of footstep sound coming to him. So he back to kneel pose immediately. There's guys coming in the room and 3 pairs feets front Peter later, Eric start talk to other guys. "Gentlemen, As I promised, the police chief totally under my control now. Let me show you ." Then Eric turn body to Peter . "Fetch the hat by mouth and come back here, My slave Peter ." Peter lowly his body and put his hands on the floor , crawling to his hat while opening mouth and out tongue. When his hat in the mouth then he crawling to Eric's feets in soon. One guy squat on the heels and looked at Peter narrowly."Give me the hat, dirty pig." Fast thinking in Peter's mind about the hypnotized guy should following all the orders or not. He descide to execute it to see who make the order. So he up head and present the hat by mouth . Paul Anglim in Peter's eyes , The mayor of the city and who order Peter make increase income 20% every year but Peter refused it.Paul take over the hat and play it rotating on his finger. " I give you this hat , you older dirty pig . But you never earned enough money for me , Why I need keep an useless fag like you , Peter ?" Peter have no idea to answer for the question , He slightly move his right hand try to get his handgun. Eric' s voice stopped Peter. " Hand the leash of collar ,My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ." Peter so happy for the order since he still don't know who is the last one in the room. That's may dangerous If the guy armed. Peter use two hands for submit the belt to Eric and straight back in kneel pose for a while, Then he can see one guy have gun in hand in the corner of his eyes. "Look , An obedient police chief will do whatever you order , And loyalty like your dog, Paul. "Eric leashing Peter crawling around the room . The armed guy ask to Paul. " Let me handle this old pig for you, Sir ." But the gun guy's step stopped by Eric." He belong to me , Your job is sold the fucking dope, And make money for support My business, So I can keep your ass away from jail." Eric say it angry. "Relax , Eric . I give you 6 months to let your pig boy earn 2 millions for me . I need perfect finance for upcoming elections. And I want Peter's son service Me next time , Not this older fag pig . " Paul throw the hat on Peter's back then leave the room with the gun guy . Eric stand to see them out and Peter on fours beside Eric' s feets to think next action. Should I take down Eric now ? No , that's will noticed Paul to hidden his criminal , And I need find out who is the gun guy. While thinking about the gun guy Peter feel grateful about Eric saved him from the gun. His blood warm up and his cock get hard. Eric noticed Peter's body moving with deeply breath. Then he leash Peter in straight back to see Peter's eyeballs moving and hands on legs. There's hard tiny cock like handgun pointing to Eric . Eric bend down with right hand holding Peter's head to close Peter's ears for talking slowly, Then his left hand squeezed Peter's cock. Peter first reaction is get his gun from his cop experiences. But shift code already in Peter' s ears and the order make him cannot move anymore . Peter can't believe he was so easy to be hypnotized like this. "Your really naughty boy ,And perfect object use for My research, My slave Peter. " Peter keep remind himself in charge now but there's no reaction from his body . Eric keeping talking to Peter ."your cock and balls in My hands , your body belong to me , Now you feeling tired and close your eyes , deeply breathing with My order ,breathing in ......breathing out...... " After 3 minutes Peter falling sleep in Eric's arm like a babe. Eric let Peter sleep on the floor and packed Peter's car at the back alley then go back room. Peter still sleeping on the floor without moving. Eric pulling the leash. "Time for go home now, My slave Peter." Peter opening eyes and answer without think. "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Then Peter straight body and back in kneel pose waiting for Eric next order."Clean up yourself and dress back uniform, My slave Peter.""Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter crawling to the washroom clean his face and upside oiled uniform. The uniform pants still on his knees with his crotch exposed. After simply clean up Peter crawling back to Eric'feets and naturally in kneel pose for Eric's inspection. "Well done, My slave Peter ." "Yes Sir, May your boy keep belt as collar or use for carry equipments, Thank You Sir." "Keep it as collar and use necktie as duty belt , My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter released the necktie on the floor then put his pants back and locked up with his necktie. Then Peter back to crawl pose for collecting his equipments and attached on his necktie. "Yes Sir , your boy done your order ,Thank You Sir " Peter kneel before Eric as a proudly boy to please his daddy. Eric check around make sure nothing missed then leash Peter through back door to Peter's car . "Have you another uniform in car ? My slave Peter." "No Sir , your boy have backup uniform both in office and home, Thank You Sir.""Then driving to your office now ,My slave Peter .""Yes Sir , Thank You Sir."Peter crawling to open the passenger side door and lowly belly on the ground as foot pads. Eric step on Peter's back then get into car . Peter straight back for closed the door then crawling to the driver side and open door to sit on driver seat . Eric adjust the belt leash through Peter's back and holding in his left hand . After Eric pulling the leash down and say go then Peter starting the car and driving to his police station . Peter stopped car on his chief reserved parked area Where is mostly close to the elevator. Eric order Peter take off belt collar to replace the necktie ."Yes Sir , May your boy put on necktie then ? Thank You Sir .""No ,My slave Peter . Tie up your tiny and separated balls by the necktie. I allow you pretend to the police chief role now because there's cameras in the elevator. you will be My feets when we staying alone in your office.""Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." Peter obey the orders without hesitation then go off the car and open door for Eric. Peter walking behind carefully to mathing Eric's pace. Eric into the elvevator first then Peter following to standing behind Eric after he pressed the third floor button. Eric put hands back to force Peter standing in the corner. And Eric's right hand grapping Peter's tied cock and balls through the uniform pants. Peter take deeply breathing and moaning: "Yes Sir, I am belonged to you, I am your little boy, Thank You Sir." Peter trying to imagine what's kind of pleasure he could give to Eric while felt the rope around his cock and balls pulling tight. He lost mind control and surrendered himself completely to Eric. Druing the way from the elevator to Peter's office, Eric keeping Peter's cock and balls in his hand since no others cops in the room. Peter opened his office door with trembling hand and body. After stepped to chief police's office Eric finally released his hand from Peter's crotch. Peter keep gasping when he try to closed the door and lighting the room. While Eric sit on Peter's chair then Peter immediately on his knees waiting for orders. "Come here kissing My feets, My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , I am happy to serve you, Thank You Sir." Peter crawling fast to Eric's feets and kissing both shoes for minutes. "Show me the tied up cock and balls, My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , I am born to please you, Please use this small meats for your entertainment, Thank You Sir." Peter turn in kneel pose and unzipped uniform pants to pull out his cock and balls. Eric use his right feets rubbing Peter's tied up cock and balls ."Show me how big it can become." Peter leaned his body to rubbed his tiny cock and balls by Eric's feets, Which make him feeling extremely horny and want cum out deadly. His breath turning hard and moaning like a dog. "Who you really are ? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , I am your loyal little boy totally under your control, Thank You Sir." " Right , My slave Peter, Your a scraed little boy need my protect and guidance , you eager for my control and my love, there's lots things I need you remember well now , My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, I am need your protect , guidance, control ,care and love . I will remember every words from you . Thank You Sir." Eric's right feet still on Peter's crotch and order Peter keeping sucking his right hand fingers. Which make Peter's mind in blank state. Eric bow down and speaking softly by Peter's ear. "Repeating all my words 10 times everyday, My slave Peter. Now tell me what's you be told. " "Yes Sir , I am your slave husband, I got divorced because I falling love with you , I am gay boy in the closet because I want sucessful police career. I am in charge at work when I am in the blue uniform, That's just role play for cover my weakness boy natural inner. My trueself was a slave boy and owned by you. I desire for your control all the time, that's why I keep in chastity for long-term. I am masochism and I like pain and humility , I want be abused as your sexual toy. I shaved bald head for obey your orders, I love you deeply , I would do anything for you even for death, my husband . Thank You Sir." All words mixed Peter's memories well.Since he have implicit faith in what's be told. "Now for the chief police role game play time, My slave Peter. Changing for clean uniform and focus on the case." "Yes Sir, I will obey you every words. Thank You Sir." Peter crawling to the closest and changed uniform as quickly as he can. When he make all uniform and gear up then he kneel before Eric with proudly face."Yes Sir, your slave boy prepare to be chief police officer and waiting for your orders now, Thank You Sir." "What's you find out from tonight dinner? My slave Peter. " "Yes Sir, your slave boy met 3 guys during the dinner time, you had feed your little boy with foods and honor piss and cum at first, After I opening the body camera and put back handgun then mayor Paul coming with one armed guy , The mayor want your slave boy earn 2 millions dollars in the 6 months which make your slave boy believe the mayor Paul was behind your dope business. Thank You Sir." "Well done, My slave Peter. There's one mistake in your memories, I am the undercover for this dope case, I am trying help you get the evidence to proving mayor Paul involved. Put your body camera recording video reviewing in the computer now." "Yes Sir, Please forgive your stupid slave boy, you saving me from the armed guy, your the leader of this dope case. Thank You Sir." "Slap face 20 times for punishment, My slave Peter." Peter self slapping face without hesitate, and he was happy under controlled by his lovely husband. After face slap punishment Peter play the recording video on the screen, With the guidance and explain from Eric , Peter believe the mayor Paul instigated James to drugged and hypnotized him, and through the armed guy for the dope business. Eric never involved the dope business just his technologies be used to wrong way, And Eric helping Peter against James's hypnosis and pretend corportated with Paul for collecting the evidences. Peter use police database to find out the name of the armed guy was Jerry Dyer who was the gang leader from neighbor city. That's why Peter keeping arrested criminals in his city but the dope business still prevailing."What's plan for the case now? My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, your slave boy will take concerted action from neighbor city cop for arrested Jerry Dyer, and keeping use Wade to pushing mayor Paul stand out. Thank You Sir." "Good boy, that's my slave. But keep top secret for the concerted action, And make sure for take down Paul first, My slave Peter." "Yes Sir, your slave boy will visit neighbor city chief police officer in privately , and waiting for your orders to starting the action, Thank You Sir." "Very good, My slave Peter. I think you need deleted the video for your career. And take your dirty uniform to cleaning during the way to home, My slave Peter ." "Yes Sir, any orders for your slave boy at home ? Thank You Sir." "Shave bald head and report me by phone before sleep, staying office in next one hour for remember what's you learded today My slave Peter." Eric stand up from chief polie chair and heading to the door. "Yes Sir, I will do it best. Thank You Sir." Peter on knees beside the door and saluted with his eyes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paul Anglim have drinking with Jerry Dyer in his villa. Jerry turning emotional after drinking hours . Then Paul got phone call from Eric Tull which about noticing one dug dealer who name was Wade Nash. So Paul ask Jerry if he know about Wade . "He just a small distributor and not big deal at all ." Paul in silence for thinking about Eric's words , But Jerry keeping complain about Eric . "Sir , I can take down the older pig fag for you , then you can name someone to the chief police who will more obedience and useful.To put it plainly, Eric is a crook. Totally wasted your time and money . " Paul was unhappy for Jerry's crude and rash but he still speaking in peaceful. " Be careful Wade Nash , he may be the bait from the cops." "Don't worry about him , Sir . I will deal with it in sample way ." "I agreed with your point about we need more loyal cops services both for business protect and police renenue." Jerry arrange subordinates to follow up Peter Palmer for 24/7, But Peter don't notice it because he have weakness insight power now since he under Eric's mind control. William pay attention to the shinnning bald head of chief police officer, So he ask Peter about his self-hypnosis training. "I am just ask advices for my friend, I think he was training well now, Thanks, bud. " Peter speaking with a calm voice and body without any movements. "I see, If you need more advices about the hypnosis just let me know, I am happy to help in anytime and anywhere. chief ." "I hear it, thanks again. William." Peter go to his office and stopped the dialogue in soon. Gregory knocked on the chief police office door then report new information from Wade. "I believe Wade will have big deal with behind dope maker in the rest of this week, Should we start drew the net in now ? Chief." "Not yet, There's a bigger fish still in behind. Be patience for timing, Gregory. I need you to hold on for a while, And I know that's not easy when you staying with Wade. Hope you have not hurted too much recently. " Peter put right on his crotch area to feeling the chastity under his blue neat uniform pants. "I am fine, Chief. Wade have no time for abuse me cause he need focus on the big deal. Besides I have to following bald head and chastity rules." Gregory' words irritated Peter in the terrible horny with tiny cock trying hard to push his chastity. And he feeling hot-gas raised from his bald head, So Peter instinctive reaction to rubbing his bald head with his right hand. Then Gregory notice his bos have similar bald head like him. "Looking great in bald head, chief.""Yeah, good for staying cool and focus on thinking. I need you keep eyes on the deal, Gregory." Peter trying changed topic and avoid his embarrassed red face. "Yes Sir, I will do best for you, chief." After Gregory left the office, Peter on his knees and send message to Eric ask for the permission about off chastity for a while. Eric refused the request and send a task for Peter. "Yes Sir, your slave boy will do it now, Thank You Sir." While the reply message send out Pter stand up and go out of police station. When he back his office there's a bag with two cup drink in his hands. Peter locked up the door and take a deeply breathe, Then he take out two cup drink on the floor and unzipped pants and pulling out tiny cock with chastity on his four. Peter crawling like a dog and move his tiny locked up cock into first cup with ice water, The cold feeling through chastity and into his body immediately but Peter keeping his shake body with cold for one minute then crawling to next cup with hot coffee. Only in 10 seconds the coffee make his tiny cock turning red with tearing burn feeling. Peter have to crawling back to ice water cup for cold down his burned cock. This time his tiny cock totally disappeared and fall into his scrotum which make the top part of chastity in the emptying. The painful and humiliation give Peter ultimate climax. He start imaging his husband fucking his ass hardly without mercy in his mind, and feeding by piss from his husband powerful cock. So Peter send Eric message again, "Yes Sir, your useless slave boy only have 10 seconds in the coffee, I need your punishment. Thank You Sir." "Use nose for drinking the coffee, my slave Peter." Peter carried out order without hesitation but failed to drink coffee and burning his nose in red color. "Yes Sir, your useless slave boy cannot drink coffee by nose, Please punish me again. Thank You Sir." "Finished your paper work in one hour on kneel pose then go home waiting for my personal punishment." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter crawling to his desk then straight back for deal with his documents. He have finished the primary paper work in 30 minutes then he hurrying up to his car. In the park Peter met William again, The red nose of chief police officer got William's eyes quickly. "Hi Chief, Your nose is OK ?" "Yeah, I am fine. Just little brush burn without caution. I need go to pick up Robert from the school now."Peter have red face with red nose now . "Ah Can you give me a ride to train station which was half way to the school, Chief.""Sure, coming on, bud." Peter accepted the request immediately for avoided William get more questions about his true purpose. Before Peter start the car he hear William said to him loudly:"Looking here ." While William opening his flashlight and pointing to Peter's eyes. The bright light bring Peter a fit of dizziness and stop moving like a statue. Then Peter see some pictures from William's phone screen which arousing his memories. After 20 minutes William getting off the car and said to Peter."I allow you go to home Now, Eric will never know about our conversation, right ? My slave hog." "Yes Master , Thank You Master ." When Peter arrived home he packed his car beisde the road then he walking into house. He strip naked with leather collar and keeping locked in the chastity to prepare his husband need in his house, Then Peter crawling to the garage in kneel pose waiting for his husband coming . After 10 minutes Eric driving to Peter's house and opening garage with remote key. There's a naked muscle bear kneeling inside just executive every detail as Eric's training rules. Also seen and taken photo by Jerry's subordinates. After Eric's car into Peter's garage, Peter crawling to driver side door and lowly belly on the ground as foot pads. Eric clean his shoes sole with Peter's hairly back then step to the ground. Peter crawling to Eric's feets and kissing both shoes 3 times then turn back use his nose to close the car for Eric. Peter straight his back and handing his collar leash to Eric with humble and obedience attitude. Eric take the leash by his right hand and leading his slave boy crawling into the living room. There are leather belt , horse bit ,pepper spray and baton on the sofa. When the horse bit through on the ground, Peter rushing up and wear it immediately then in kneel for inspecting by Eric. Eric leash Peter more close to him then use pepper spray on Peter's crotch. The hot burning forced Peter use hands to cover his tiny cock and balls. Then Eric whipping Peter's hands by leather belt. Peter have to put his hands behind his bald head and his tears falling down. The horse bit make Peter moaning lots and difficult breathing. The baton stab in Peter's belly which make him bow over, Peter on his four and up his ass to Eric, then the baton into Peter's ass deeply as his pig tail plug. "Let get down to the business, make an appointment with neighbor city chief police." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter take off horse bit and fetch his phone by his mouth then put it beside Eric's feets, He use his tongue to make phone call while Eric put one feet on Peter's back and one hand holding over Peter's bald head. Totally under Eric's control feeling make Peter's tiny cock jumping lots during the call. Peter ask permission for the trip in two days and dress code for the coming meeting . "I allow you dress blue tshirt with bule jeans and logger boots for meeting , My slave Peter .Keeping in chastity and pig tail plug during the trip, And tell Robert I will take care him for you during the trip." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." "Now for rewarding my faithful slave boy. " Eric take off his pants and leash Peter to his crotch , Peter's lips around Eric's glans with careful and use his white beard keeping stimulate Eric's skin of the cock and balls .His mind thinks only of pleasing Eric which was the best feeling he has ever experienced. When Eric's dick was hard and strong then Peter take all Eric's cock and balls in his mouth with a lot of passion and felt like he could not get enough of it. Peter felt like that his body is turning into a sex machine. He did not feel the pain from his ass anymore.Peter suck Eric's cock with so much love and pleasure, he licking every inch of Eric's manhood till he reached the bottom. His tongue running up and down the shaft, while his fingers rubs the underside of Eric's balls until they are nice and full. Eric's warming cum fully in Peter's mouth, then he swallow all juice and use his tongue clean Eric's cock. "Well done , My slave Peter . I think you have learning lots from today punishment." "Yes Sir, your slave boy so happy for your punishment, your slave boy feeling belong to you more and more now , Thank You Sir." Eric leash Peter go to garage and released the leather leash when he arrived his car , Peter crwaling to the car door and lowly his belly as foot pad again. Eric printing his shoes sole mark on Peter's ass then stand on Peter's back for a while to make sure sole print on the back too. After Eric left Peter's back and go to his car, Peter up his back and crawling into car for kissing Eric's shoe 5 times. Then Peter crawling backward 5 steps and up his ass with baton inside . His head and arms both on the ground to show his obedience. Peter keeping the pose for 5 minutes after Eric car left the garage with the door opening. Then Peter stand up back to his house for changed clothes and take his car in his own garage. Two days later , Peter driving 2 hours to neighbor city for privately meeting at weekend night, The neighbor city chief police officer accepted Peter's concerted action plan, He will arrest Jerry when Peter have enough evidences. At same time Jerry busy for arrange a hunting action as Peter into his territory. Peter decided to go back home during the night . On the way to the countryside , One black SUV driving slowly ahead Peter , He want tried to overtake on the inside but failed. When Peter focus on the black SUV there's a blue car driving fast and hitting Peter's car back, So they have to pull over at roadside. The black SUV driving forward for a while and stop car at roadside too. Peter step out the car and check the blue car with two females inside. Peter lowly his vigilance level. "Are you Ok ? I think you are speeding driving, Need I call the police. " "wow, Sorry, Sir. It is my fault. Please don't call police, My friend need go to hospital for her mom, Please, Can I pay your lost by cash? "The female driver was really beautiful and her face was so serious. She step out the car and opening her bag and find the money. "Staying in the car, Do not move." Peter said. The female have a roll of money in her hand. "Please , Sir. I really need go now . I can giving you all my money ." "I don't need your money , better have police for this case , OK" The female starting crying and there's something falling down the ground from the bag. Peter make sure another female still staying in the car so he bow down to collecting the things on the ground for the female driver, there's 3 or 4 photos inside which shaking Peter afte a glance, There's naked muscle hairy older bear on his knees with black leather collar and leash , The face was very familiar for Peter which is belong himself. Peter trying get his handgun with professional habitual behaviour. "Don't move, pig boy " He was stunned for a moment and then the female driver hold the gun to his forehead. "Please don't shoot me, I am police officer, you wouldn't want go gail for this ." "I know who you are, dirty fag pig. you wouldn't dead here, My boss want you alive. There's handcuffs on your duty belt?" The another female off the car and have body check on Peter, She find it and handgun on his waist belt, So she hand the gun to her friend and put handcuffs around his wrists behind his back in tightly. "Let me check this naughty pig boy have others weapons or not." She keep body check and find another handgun in his chest belt . She take it out and find there's something in his crotch and ass area. "What's kind gear you have? naughty pig boy? " Peter's face turning red, "N... Nothing, please let me go, I have nothing else other than two guns and handcuffs. " "You are liar. " She pulled down his blue jeans and remove his red thong . "Please leave me alone."Peter feel embarrassed. The steel chastity in the front side and a pink rubber pig tail plug in the back side . "you are really fag pig boy, are you ?" She patting the pig tail and the vibration make Peter in shame, "Please don't do that, I am a police officer, You are going to be arrested if you don't let me go." But she won't listen, She grab the steel chastity in her hand and pulling down with all her strength. Peter felt pain through his whole body and scream loudly, "Owwwww!... Oww!.. oww!" She keeping pull the steel chastity down and press the tip of the plug inside his ass hole, "Owww!.. oww!.. oww!.." His asshole was stretched and painful. She push the plug harder and harder until the plug was fully inside his asshole . Peter trying control his ass muscle to pushing the plug out. "Ohhh god, Please release me, Please ..." "Who is in charge here ? pig boy ." "Owww!.. oowww!..."He keep trying to escape and struggled hard to kick away the women. There's two man off the black SUV and walking to Peter, One of them hitting Peter's head with baseball bat which make Peter couldn't standing any more. Eric take Robert from the school and driving to the Paul's villa, During the driving way Eric persuade Robert to help for collecting evidences in Paul's house . "You want be a hero to arrested criminals like your dad , right ?" "Yes , I want be a strongest police like my dad." "Are you ready sacrificed everything for the goals ?" "Yes I am . Even for give my life. ""Very good, Robert . you will service Paul for his kinky sexual need and guide him admit that he is a pedophile , If you can find any porn video or pictures that's be great evidences for take down the criminal. Your dad will be proudly for you ." After reaching at Paul's place, Eric see Peter's car in the garden which means Peter in Paul's hand now. When he find Paul in the study. "Hi Paul, I bring Robert here for you tonight ."" Very good, That's really I want. Well done , Eric.""May I ask that's your plan to deal with Peter ?" "Ah I like show Robert that's his chief police officer dad was submissive and obedient pet totally under my control , I am the strongest and powerful man in the city. His dad was poor pet for my pleasure, And really deserve to be my slave, He must obey my orders and never question my authority." "I can help for that, Sir." All comments and potential slaves are welcome, Special for mature bear/military/cop. Email: [email protected] All Rights Reserved © 2023, Master Sean ******************************************************************************* |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/just-a-pole | Date: Thu, 17 Oct 2024 03:12:06 +0000
From: werty238 <[email protected]>
Subject: Just a Pole
Most of the time I top. The pathetic fags I own have juicy asses and tiny
dicks. Perfect for dumping a load in. Useless for anything else.
But I own one sub that has an enormous penis. Long and girthy. Just right
for massaging my prostate when I'm in the mood for that.
This boy is lanky and handsome. He has no ass. He's useless for fucking.
He's just a pole.
I rarely need a pole, but when I do, this one is at my beck and call.
I usually ignore him, as I rarely need his service. But I'm a selfish
man. He's not allowed any other sex partner but me. He must keep it in
the smallest cage that will fit, and only I have the key. He must
frequently post pictures of his caged dick on social media reminding
everyone that his dick isn't available for use by anyone but me. Not
even he is allowed to use it.
Why does he agree to this? Because he's a faggot. And he loves to be
used by his master. I got inside his brain quickly. And he can't help
but think about me always. He exists only to please me.
I rescued him, honestly. He deluded himself into thinking he was supposed
to be a Dom, because of his large penis. But really he just wants to be
owned. So, I own him.
About four times a year I will call upon him.
He comes to my place, and I tie him down firmly to my sex bench. It's
basically a weight bench modified for purpose. His hands and feet are
cuffed firmly to the legs of the bench. Braces fit tightly around his
forehead, neck and waist.
I don't want him to be able to move a muscle. If he can move, then he
might try to thrust into me at his preferred pace, and that cannot
happen. His penis exists for my pleasure alone. He is my dildo.
I also blindfold him and gag him. I stuff one of my dirty socks in his
mouth and then tape it shut with duct tape. He's so noisy when I have to
hurt him. And his whimpering annoys me.
Once he is securely fastened. I will unlock his penis.
It's been months since it was free. I have to smack it around a bit to
wake it up and revive it to its full potential.
I must be careful. He hasn't had sexual gratification in so long, that
there's a risk he may cum quickly.
He is not allowed to cum unless I command it. And he is forbidden to cum
before I do.
Pain is the key to controlling this one.
Some subs like pain. And those ones can be trouble. Some naughty subs are
disobedient because they want pain inflicted upon them. They can be
difficult to control.
Fortunately, this one isn't like that at all. He hates pain. He's
terrified of it.
A few years ago, when I first made use of him, I had him tied up like
this. And this stupid little shit came inside of me as I was riding him.
I beat the hell out of him. And locked him in a small cage for a week.
Minimal food and water. Maximum pain. Electro shock and whippings
mostly.
I broke him then. And he's never made that mistake again. He's
absolutely terrified of displeasing me.
When I'm riding him, I move at the pace to maximize my pleasure. If I
get the sense that he's enjoying it too much, I deploy the pain. And
the blindfold means he doesn't know when it's coming. His constant
state of fear helps to prevent premature ejaculation.
I inflict this pain because it amuses me to do so, and it reinforces the
complete power I have over this pathetic creature. But this pain also has
a purpose. It's to make sure he fulfills his role as my useful dildo. If
pain didn't achieve this purpose then I'd try to find something that
did. But this pain works, and so I do it.
Sometimes it's a simple slap on the face. Sometimes a titty twist or a
punch in the gut. I have a variety of implements at my disposal should
the need arise. Candles, lighter, cigarettes, pliers, and a hammer.
I usually have to bring out the candles and drop some hot wax on him. I
sometimes have to light a cigarette, blow smoke in his face, and
extinguish it somewhere on him. Once in a while I'll have to use the
pliers and really twist those nipples or other sensitive bits. Oh the
beautiful and muted cries I hear when I do that. Those tears streaming
down his face are so cute.
I haven't had to use it yet, but the hammer is there if I think there's
a real danger of him cumming. In that case I would use it to smash a
couple of his fingers. So far him just knowing it's there has served the
purpose I need.
Once I'm finished using this dildo of mine, I have a huge eruption of
cum all over his chest.
This good boy served his purpose. He obeyed and didn't cum.
Because he was good, I'm going to reward him and allow him to cum.
I unlock his right arm. I remove the duct tape and take out my sock.
I sit full weight on his face.
"You may jack yourself off as you eat my ass. If you request a breath
before you finish, then you may not cum. If any of your cum touches me,
you will be severely punished."
His pleasure must always come at a price.
He cums quickly. It's just a waterfall of milky white cum. Luckily he
knows just how to point it so none of it reaches me. Pain really is the
best teacher.
When it's over, I quickly put his cock back in its cage. This big
beautiful cock belongs to me. It's my dildo and no one else may use it.
It could be providing pleasure to so many others. But I'm the only one
who deserves it.
I give him a spoon.
I'll allow you to leave once you've eaten all the cum on your chest. I
will release the rest of your restraints only after every drop is gone.
"Yes, Sir."
I leave and turn out the lights. I'll be back in a few hours to see if
he's finished.
When I do release him, he won't hear from me until I'm ready to use my
dildo again. And who knows when that will be. |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boy-in-blue/boy-in-blue-8 | Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2024 10:17:23 +0000 From: Master Sean Subject: Boy in blue-- Chapter 08 back blue shield Boy In Blue This story is a fiction and for mature reader only. Please donating to support Nifty by link https://donate.nifty.org/ . Roles in this chapter Peter Palmer : 5'9"; 61 yo; 33 years service in blue; Police chief in 2012 ; 2018 retired as chairman of Anti-Modern Slavery ; dead in 2022 Gregory Quinn : 6'2"; 45 yo; 20 years service in blue; Inspector in 2015 ; Deputy Police Chief in 2022 ; Police chief in 2024. Eric Tull : 6'0"; 54 yo; G&S meditation CEO in 2000 William Freeman: 5'8"; 43 yo; Police Psychotherapist Robert Palmer : 13 yo; adopted in 2014 Larry Flatt : 13 yo; Robert's classmate Thomas Jackson : 6'1"; 49 yo; truck driver, Larry's step father Paul Anglim : 5'6"; Mayor Peter wake up from his 60 inch dog crate cage with collar and chastity at 7 AM , He crawl to baseroom for the laundry and ironing his uniform. Then Peter crawl to bathroom for shaving bald head and crotch. Peter was careful to avoid touching his tiny cock during the shaving, But his tiny cock keep jump while his crotch turning smoothly. After prepared the breakfast for his son then Peter take off collar and chastity, Put on his honor uniform and driving to his office. Sitting on his chair and rubbing bald head with his right hand, Peter feeling his thong was bulged and his breath rasping, His mind have a flashback scene from his last night dream, A little boy dragging a small train toy with a rope while he keeping running , Peter can't see boy's face but only the back shadow , So he remind children to slow down a bit , The little boy heard Peter's word so he slowly turn back , A six years old boy in blue uniform with a cop hat , The long shining boots got Peter's eyes and make Peter in confusion. "Come here , Peter ." The boy saying to Peter , Peter just stare at the boots and move body close to the black shining leather without words. "you like my boots , right ? " Peter nod his head but keeping eyes on the boots ."Kissing my boots , Peter ." Peter following order without hesitation, Open his mouth widely and out tongue to licking boots with greedy. "Good boy, looking at me , Peter ." Peter up his head and see the boy face in clear . That's his own face while he was 6 ages . Peter have confuse in his mind and trying think about what's happen now , then he looking down to his body but not human body in there . A white chubby pig body under his neck , the small train toy crawling beside his four legs and stop by his pig penis. The train toy turning bigger and released two ropes which make both hind legs opening and penis hanging down, Then the train have two robot hands push up on both testicles, A surgical knife make an incision through the skin of the scrotum over each testicle in the direction of the tail, The robot hands pop the testicles through each incision and pull on them slightly, and pressure on the pelvis for ensure the testicular cords break off. Final the hands push the penis and make it disappeared in the crotch. There's a steel chastity clip on Peter's pig crotch in tightly which help Peter less castration painful. The train turn around Peter's neck and left a steel collar with pig tag. A Chinese character floating in the air and falling down Peter's pig chest turn into a tattoo. "Castration can reduce your aggression , Peter." The boy up his boots and launched a brutal kick on Peter's pig ass. Peter feeling self falling down in the air. Peter awake from the mind scene with the door knocked. Gregory coming to report that Wade will charged the Jerry's gang tonight but need meet with Peter at lunch time. "Tell Wade I will meet him in your house at 12 PM , Gregory." "Yes chief , I will tell wade and waiting for you at my house , Sir." After Gregory go out the office , Peter feeling cold in his crotch , So he unzipped pants to find out the cum out in thong without notice. "Damn , I need focus on the case ." Peter said to himself . The phone ringing that his son calling . Peter push chair away and on his knees , Put his son on speakerphone then put his hands toghether behind his head ."Yes Sir, porky waiting for your order, Sir ." "Very good , where are you and what's you doing now ? porky ." "Yes Sir , porky staying in office now and will meet with Wade in Gregory's house at 12 PM, Sir .""That's good, Come back home after your visit, porky. "" Yes Sir , porky accidentally cum out at the office, please forgive me , Sir ."" Slap face 20 times now , porky .""Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." "One two three ..." Peter keep counting the number while use right hand slap his face ." 20 face slap done , Sir . Thank You Sir ." "which side face you slapped ? porky ." "Yes Sir , porky use right hand slapped right side face, Thank You Sir." "Slap left side 20 time now , porky . " "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ." Peter following his son's orders without question. "20 left side face slap done , Sir. Thank You Sir ." "Well done , porky . Go back to your work now ." "Yes Sir . Thank You Sir ." Peter stand up after his son hang up the phone. Peter arrived Gregory's house at 12 PM and ring the bell. "The door is open , Come in, pig boy." A voice come from inside . "Yes Sir." Peter reply with unconscious mind directly. And Peter trying on four with knee-jerk reaction but stand up quickly . Peter take long breath and adjust his neat uniform before step in the room. Peter find Wade sit on sofa at living room , Gregory was naked with brown leather collar and black tall patrol boots ,On four beside Wade's feets and the leash in Wade's hand. There's two dog bowl before Gregory , one for water and one for pieced foods. Peter's tiny cock jump when he see Gregory in dog training pose . But he calm down soon and talke to Wade seriously. " You cannot treat a police officer like this , Wade ." "Sit down , pig boy . Or you want stay beside this pig boy ? " Wade pointing to Gregory with laughing. "Be respectful , I am in charge here. If you can't cooperated with me then you can go now . I will arresting you when I see you next time ." "Take easy , pig boy. I only cooperated with a cop when it be my feet. That's means I can totally trust him." "I am not your pig boy, If I hear those words from your mouth again, I will kill you right now . Understand ?" Peter step forward to Wade slowly and make feeling of pressure to him. Wade was very restless and fearful."Ok , I got it. But I need some guarantee for our cooperation." "You have my words, That's best guarantee in this city." Wade stand up for become more dominant and pull the leash connected with Gregory's collar. Gregory crawling with Wade's leash in silence. The image of Gregory was hit Peter on his most sensitive spot. Peter's face mixed desired and embarrassed in a short moment then turning normal soon , But Wade catched the changed and feeling submission from Peter's body-language. So Wade pretend to take off Peter's handgun on duty belt . "I think you should drop the weapons and have conversation in peaceful ." Peter noticed it by his career experiences immediately, So he step back and use hands cover his handgun ." Don't move." Wade withdraw his hand and scratched Peter's bulge suddenly. Peter's face turning red and surprised by Wade's action. Wade find out Peter no resist action for his teasing so he want more. Wade use right hand grab Peter's crotch and keep rubbing it. Peter's face turning more red with a moment hesitate then he pull out his handgun and pointing to Wade's forehead. Wade take away his hand and step backward. "Take easy. I thought you may like it." "Not all, I will shot you right now for assault police." "Be honestly , Why you want me take down the Jerry's gang ? Are you cooperated with Jerry too ? I don't want be the next ." "No, Jerry's drug was overflowed in my city , I need someone be sane and have bottom line." "What's your bottom line ?" "You cannot sell drug to under-age and must keep drugs in limited places." "How can I trust you not arrest me after I take down Jerry's gang for you ?" "Sounds we need building turst in personal, Right? Let's us stay alone for a while." Peter going directly to bedroom and Wade following the steps while Gregory staying where he was. Peter locked the door when Wade step into the room. Then Peter face close to Wade and put Wade's right hand on his crotch. "How about this guarantee ? Sir "Wade grabbing tightly with smile,"I knew you're a pig boy." "Yes Sir, I can be your pig boy in privately, But no picture or video for it, And no one can know about it . " "Ah, your limits was acceptable, Now you can kissing my feets. " "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter get down his knees and kissing Wade's feets seriously. Wade take off Peter's police chief hat and see his bald head. "Ah, A bald head older pig, that's perfect. " Wade move to sit on edge of bed while Peter crawl to keep mouth and tongue on Wade's feets. Wade put left feet on Peter's bald head to force all Peter's face on his right feet. Peter can't move his head so he starting sniffing the feet. After 3 minutes Wade put down his left feet and order Peter sucking all his toes. Peter follow the order without hesitation which make Wade believe the police chief totally under his control now."That's enough for today, I will visit your office at tomorrow, pig boy." "Yes Sir, pig boy will be honor to service you in my office." Wade unlocked the door and back to living room, Peter stand up and neating his uniform for a while then put his chief hat back. Wade leash Gregory to suck his cock in the room while Peter step back to living room. That's told Peter how he will be used in his own office at tomorrow."You better go to prepare for your work tonight, Wade.""Yes Sir" Wade answer with implicit tone then releasing Gregory and saying by Gregory's ear, "Keeping door open for me tonight, I will use you hard soon, pig boy""Yes Sir""Now you can dress your uniform in the bedroom now." "Yes Sir Thank You Sir"Gregory stand up and looking to Peter,"Sorry chief." Peter nodded his head to say"Don't forgot your duty." Gregory go to his bedroom without reply. Wade stand up and grabbing Peter's crotch in tightly, "Who is in charge here ? pig boy." "You, Sir.""That's the answer I want to hear. I don't want hear your order here, Now I will taking you to your car, pig boy." "Remember about our agreement. No one can know about this. I'm already taking a huge risk by allowing anthing to happen here." "Keep your voice down and no one will notice, pig boy" "Are you insane? Someone can..." "Just do it, pig boy. Don't waste time by arguing , I may change my mind and cancel tonight action." That shut Peter down, he glanced towards the door, took a deep breath. Wade go out the door with his right hand tightly grabbing Peter's bulge. Peter holding his breath and check around on the street, There's no one around which make Peter take a breathing. When Peter unlocked the car door and move his body to away from Wade's hand for opening door, Wade talk to Peter immediately,"Stand here, pig boy""Yes Sir"Perter straight his back and keep his manhood as a police chief. Wade stand behind Peter's back, "Widely legs, pig boy." "Yes Sir." Peter turn his right leg a step to beside with hands on the side of pants. Wade pretend to body check and his right over Peter's ass to grab Peter's bulge. "Did you have any weapons ? Sir ." Wade say it in tease tone. "No Sir." Peter answer in embarrassed. "Bending over and put your head into car now, Sir ." Wade keep his game play. "Yes Sir." Peter put hands on the seat. "Are you naughty boy ? " "No Sir." Wade grab harder to show Peter got wrong answer."Yes Sir, I am naughty boy." Peter changing his answer immediately. Wade give a bit loose in his hand."That's right, pig boy. you are dirty naughty boy , remember it.""Yes Sir." "Put your knees on seat now , pig boy." "Yes Sir." Peter on four in his car with crotch grabbed by Wade. Wade take back his hand and kick Peter's ass both side with his feet print. "Keeping the feet print, pig boy." Then Wade close the car door and back to his car. Peter get down from the seat and neating his uniform , the painful from ass and crotch make him more horny. "I need go home now , My son was waiting for me ." Peter said to himself then drive back home with hard tiny cock with foot print on pants , The print giving strongly control feeling to him like branding on his ass with red iron. Peter report his son for the meet with Wade while he strip naked with chastity and collar at living room. Robert copy Wade's action for dragging his dad's cage with a rope through the ass hole . While Robert pull the rope Peter feeling his tiny cock almost cut off from his crotch which give him extremely painful. The rope also move back and forth in his ass that's make him more and more harder. The harder tiny cock was struggled with his son's pulling and soon close to climax. "Please Sir, may porky cum out now ? " "Not yet , holding the cum or I will cut off your penis put in your mouth as your tonight dinner ." " Yes Sir. porky will trying best to obey your order , Sir." Robert use right hand check his dad's hard locked cock , He kicking 3 times for make sure his dad's cock turnging soft again . Peter moaning lots and his tears couldn't help flowing down. Robert step on his dad's butt , "Be quitely , porky ." Peter was roused by the pressure from his son's feet , His brand was lighting and feeling be tightly controlled again. "Yes Sir." Peter trying best to keep his body in straight and feeling energy recharged in heart that he can executing every orders from his son. "I have a guest tonight , you msut obey and serivce hime well , porky ." "Yes Sir." Robert leash his dad crawl to kitchen with nose close to the floor. There's pairs of black leather shoes before Peter's face . "Kissing it , porky." Robert order his dad show respectful to his guest. Peter kissing both shoes without hesitation. Then Robert hand the leash to his guest and sit beside to see how his guest use his dad. One guest shoe on Peter's back while a guest hand rubbing Peter's bald head. "Long time no see , My slave Peter." Peter recongized the voice from Eric , his cock was stired in the cage. Peter up his head with face mixed doubt and anger . "I think Robert was training you well , right ?" Peter have a moment hesitated then answer with humble voice ."Yes Sir." "I know you try to take down Paul. Don't worry, I don't like him too , I am here help you , My slave Peter." "Yes Sir , what's your slave should do for the next ? " "Here the deal , Paul will resign at next month , you will earning money for his private prison by send warrant of arrest." "How long will the deal last ? Sir." "As long as you be the police chief, People will use electronic monitoring instead go to jail ,There is 100 dollars of an initial set up fee and 200 dollars of monthly fees , you will earning 2 millions for Paul in next 12 months if you can send out 200 sheets warrant of arrest. My slave Peter . " "Yes Sir, your slave will obey." "I will give you 10 percent profits which will give you and Robert have decent living. " "Thank You Sir. Please make sure Paul will far away from Robert , Sir." Eric was surperised by Peter's words, Thre's a deeply logic sefl-control mind work beside his hypnosis. "I will, My slave Peter . And Paul will far away from any kids in this city ." Eric use the hypnosis number of "6,8,14,19,22,42,79" again but he find some subtle difference in Peter's body reactions. So he give leash back to Robert and leaved. He need time and space to find out why Peter can resisting the hypnosis number now . Robert leash his dad crawl back to living room, Then he use his dad's naked body as painting canvas , There's black square on Peter's forehead in soon , then Peter have red color nose and lips, pig head sketch on his right chest beside his new Chinese character tatttoo. His shoulder and arms with thin blue lines. Robert was wonder how to painting the hairy butt then he remember how Wade branding his pig boy. So he leash his dad to the garage and order his dad fetching boots by mouth. Robert put yellow pigment on the sole of boots then printing on his dad's butt both sides. "That's perfect, porky. you will get new tattoos soon." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."Peter's body in tremble while the boots on his ass, His tiny cock stiring in the cage. "Cleaning the boots sole , porky ." "Yes Sir." Peter's tongue and beard turning yellow soon. Robert add green , purple color to his dad's beard. "I like colorful porky." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter's bulge was expanding and his cum out without control. "Sorry Sir, porky can not holding the cum while think about the new tattoos." "You are dirty pig , I must punish you hard tonight." "Yes Sir , porky will take all your punishment, Thank You Sir." Robert use his dad's leather belt and whipping his dad's butt without mercy , After 50 strikes Peter's butt was blooding , there's red yellow mixed color butt with huge painful , but Peter have cum out again and his tiny cock turning disappeared in his crotch and the chastity was falling down on the floor. "You are useless , porky ." "Sorry Sir. Please punish me more harder." Peter sample want more abuse from his son as he cannot protect his son as a dad."I am desire for your punishment, I am eager for your oders, I am begging for your abuse, Sir." Robert use belt whipping his dad's back and butt again and again. "Clean the mess and take shower now , porky. I will see you in kitchen." "Yes Sir." Peter clean up the living room in half hour and take shower in 10 minutes with some color left. The water make his wound more painful and chastity cannot locked on his body. He have to crawl to his son's feets and ask for how to deal with chastity. "Put in in your mouth , porky" "Yes Sir." Peter holding the cage in his mouth while his wound still blooding."I need help you for clean the wound , porky." "Thank You Sir." Robert put salt on his dad's wound, Peter crying out with chastity gagged in mouth. Robert slap his dad's face and yelling, "Shut up , porky." Peter was scared and he trying avoid his son's attack. At same time Peter's phone ringing. "I need answer this call, That's should be Gregory, Sir." Robert check his dad's phone screen then put Gregory on speakerphone with phone on the floor, Peter have to keep on four pose to answer the work phone call. "Hi chief, the plan was going well, Officer Ramey, Kinder, Thorn and Clouse were shot down Wade on the street near to Jerry's gang base. Would you like come over here ?" Peter up his head for looking to his son. Robert shook his head slowly from side to side. Peter need to continue serivce and please his son tonight. "No , I will see your report at my office tommorrow, And I think you should go to Wade's house for clean job now. Gregory." "Yes Sir , see you tomorrow." Gregory hang up the phone and go to find out the pictures and videos that's Wade buy from David. Gregory was double check the house to make sure no kinky things left. At the same time , Robert still abusing his pig dad for his need. Peter in a squatting position and place his hands by his ear both sides like a rabbit. The chastity cage still in his mouth and the half hour squat jumping make him totally exhausted. Peter cannot holding himself but fall down on the floor with struggle for breath. "Get up porky." Robert order his dad in angry. " Sorry Sir, porky cannot jump anymore. Please forgive me, Sir." "OK , I give you some water. Open mouth now, porky." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter srtraight his body and open wildly his mouth. Robert unzipped his pants and put his cock in his dad's mouth. "If you can't take all my piss then you in big problem, porky " Robert smiling to his dad and Peter just nodded his head without say any words. The piss fully Peter's mouth in soon, Peter keeping swallow everything from his son. But he was too tied to take all in his stomach and spilled few piss over the floor. Peter was scared for his failed. "Sorry Sir. Please forgive me, Sir." Peter put head down immediately and clean all piss on floor by mouth without his son's order. Robert was happy see his dad clean the mess. "Well done, porky. I will punish you less." "Thank You Sir. porky must obey and please you, Sir." "Get some ice and a burning candle here, porky." "Yes Sir." Peter crawl to refrigerator for ice and get a bowl from the cupboard. In minutes Peter put a bowl of ice and a burning candle on the floor. "Now put both 5 ice cubes in ass and mouth, then use hands holding 6 ice cubes on ur tiny cock, porky." "Yes Sir." Peter feeling mouth and ass in freezed and painful soon, And his tiny cock disappeared under the ice cold. After 3 minutes Robert order his dad take down his hand and the water over the floor. Peter take breath but can't say word while the ice in mouth. Robert put the candle close to his dad's crotch. The fire burning the pubic hair which giving extreme painful. Peter take body back for conditional reflex then Robert yelling to his dad."Don't move, porky." Peter following order without hesitate. Robert dripping wax slowly and all over Peter's cock and balls like wax chastity. Robert enjoying his creation for next 5 minutes. "Now go to sleep, keeping the wax, I will check you in your office tomorrow, porky." "Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." Peter take a breath for his nightmare was done so far. Peter see Gregory's report on his desk table which about took down the Jerry's gang guys and the death of drug dealer Wade. He up his head and sincerely saying to Gregory, "Have you clean up the house?" "Yes chief, I am sure the kinky history was clean up now, I just worry about the guy in the jail." "I am sure the guy will stay in the jail for his rest of life ." "Thank You chief." "I need you make a plan for deal with overspeed issues in the city, All the damn crazy driver should put into the jail." "Yes Sir, But I am afraid our prison population was very high now." "Yeah I knew it, that's the real reason for people speed up desperately, No one be punished hard enough by their crimes. Use electronic monitoring instead go to jail. People will learning fast from the shame signal and spend. " "You are right, chief. That's will emptied their pockets which forced them driving careful." After Gregory left chief office, Peter think about how to take down Eric after the mayor resigned. His mind bring lots scenes abouth Eric training him as a loyal slave, his tiny cock trying jump but the wax still sealing his crotch. His urine filling the bladder since he don't piss over 16 hours. Peter want his son check his waxed cock now, So he make phone call to his son. "Hello Sir, porky want to know when you plan to check my wax chastity, Sir ." "Order Uber for me now, porky. Strip naked and on knees beside the office door to welcome me ." "Yes Sir." After half hours, Robert arrived the police station, and he see his dad fully in uniform and welcome him at the gate."I think I should welcome you here, Sir. Let me show the way, Sir." Robert was frustrated but keep step with his dad. Robert believe the uniform give his dad energy to disobey his orders. Peter locked up the door when his son in his office, then he unzipped his pants and show his waxed cock to his son. "I am obey your order, Sir." "No, I told you strip naked and on kness waiting at the door." "Sorry Sir, I can't do it here. That's will damaged all police's reputation, I would like to be naked and kneel before you when we stay home alone, Sir." "No, I want you be naked and on knees now." Peter slowly on his knees and put his hands together behind his chief hat. "Please, Sir . I am sorry for not protect you well before, I want make it up to you, you can use me as your wish, but please respect the honor of the thin blue line. Sir " "you're useless pig shit." Robert kicking his dad's crotch with his sneaker. The wax was unsealed and the piss spilling on the floor. Peter on fours and clean the mess by his mouth and tongue without his son's order. Robert have few joyful to see his dad's reaction. "I will use you hard tonight, porky.""Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Robert go to unlock the door, while Peter stand up for zipping pants and clean his beard."Let me order taxi for you, Sir. " "Stay here, give me 50 dollars and see you at home, porky." Peter give his son money and see his son out his office. Peter turn back to clean the mess while his door was open by William. "Hi chief , looking here." Peter was freezed by the flashlight. "Your eyelids are becoming very heavy and tired , you only hear what I say , you will do what you be told, my slave hog ." "Yes Master, hog always obey you ,Thank You Master ." Peter take off pants to knees and put baton in ass, then on four and crawl to William's feet. "Good boy, always remember my rules well ." William locked up the door and use two fingers leashing Peter's nose holes to crawling in chief office. William sit on chief chair then put his two fingers in Peter's mouth. "Clean it, my slave hog " Peter sucking William 's fingers gently and careful. "Report me what's Robert doing here, my slave hog." "Yes Master, Robert want me be naked and kneel at the office for check my waxed cock and balls. But I refused his orders because you told hog should respect my uniform. Which may make my son unhappy, So he will abuse me hard tonight. Thank You Master." "I think Robert will ask for help from Eric to control you more." "Yes Master, may hog refuse to Robert's training and control ? Master." "No, I want see Eric's tricks. Now we need focus on the mayor's resign, make sure it's done as before plan. Now you can take off baton and dress up to your chief work now." "Yes Master, hog obey your order, Thank You Master." Peter's forehead knocking the floor 3 times, then pull baton out and stand up for dress back his pants. William rub Peter's bald head for a while, "you must keeping smoothly, my slave hog. No lunch today and slap face 20 times now." Peter stood to attention and slapping his own face hardly. William check Peter's red face for a while, "Remember my rules, my slave hog." "Yes Master, Thank You Master." Peter open door for William with humble attitude, and looking for William disappeared in the view then Peter turn back to his work. Robert visit Eric's company for learning new skills. "Why my dad disobey my orders ? The hypnosis code not work now ?" "I think Peter have strong self control inner and he was so proud for his career and uniform." "So I can't control my dad during he was in the uniform, right?" "That's depend on your control level, So far you just have body control of your dad. But your dad's logic mind still work for filter the order which may damaged his career and police honor." "So I need control my dad's mind , right ?" "Bingo , only control your dad's mind then you can order him do whatever you want ." "How to contrl the mind ? Use drug ?" "No , drug can effecting people's mind , but far away from the mind control. You need degree your dad as you can , Destroy his self-confidence is the key to control his mind. When he shame to be the chief police then you can break your dad to be an objection. Let him believe he was lowly and useless than anything , So he have to surrender to you and belong to you , No right to judge , only active and think as your wish and permission." "Sounds need long time training ." "Yeah , never easy for mind control, special your dad have strong confidence and self-esteem. But you can use his guilt for not protect you well. That's his weakness . I once teaching him to face his inner as a little boy instead of pretend be a mature man or chief police. " "I think so , I will starting it tonight. I like older man be my feets and abuse as my sexual toy. I may have boy physical body but I have mature man mind. " "That's correctly, you're strong enough to revenge who abuse you , you have take dwon the mayor . Now you need punish those cop who can not protect kids." Peter take his uniform to the dry cleaner's shop and dress his old uniform back to home. In the garage, Peter keep in uniform and put on collar and chastity that predict his son's need. When Peter crawl to living room but he don't see his son. After check all rooms Peter make phone call to his son. Robert tell his dad he will arrive home half hour later and order his dad on fours beside the door to welcome him. Peter hang up phone and walking to bath room to shaving crotch and bald head. When he rubbing his smoothly head his tiny cock stir in the cage. Peter make sure his uniform in neat and put his chief police hat on. The bare feet not suitable with his uniform , So he put logger boots on which make him feeling completely. Robert open door and step to house with a bag in hand, then he see Peter kneel beside the door and put hands together behind hat and put boots in v shape. "Well done , porky. you know how obey orders now ." "Yes Sir, I thought you may want me in uniform for use tonight , I trying best to please you ,Sir." "Come here , carry bag for me , porky .""Yes Sir." Peter bow down on fours and crawl to Robet's feet then hand the leash to his son. Robert put bag on Peter's back and pulling the leash ."Kissing my feet, porky ." Peter take off his chief police hat to the floor then put his face on his son's sneaker. "Ah , you have shaved bald head , porky ." Robert put leash from right hand to left hand then put right hand on Peter's bald head. "Yes Sir, I think you may prefer bald head slave to use , Sir. " "Who is in charge at home ? " "You, Sir." "That's right, What's your name ?" "porky , Sir." "So you are not my dad , right ?"" Yes Sir , I am your slave at home." "At home ?" Robert pick up the chief police hat in hand and leash his dad toward the yard. Peter was scared by neighborhood watching so he refuse to move. "Do you remember the night you in mayor house? porky There's many guy see you as a pig toy, right? " Peter was freezed and trying avoid the scenes in mind. "Eric have training you for long time, right? What's you learning from those training?" Those scenes flashback in Peter's mind and the memories giving Peter lots irresistible painful . The shame and humiliation beat Peter's confidence down. His body turning soft like a deflated ball. Then Peter crawling to the yard with his son's leash, No neighbors outside at later night, But Peter in blank mind and don't care about his career or honor of police. He want to scape all social roles in mind. Not a mature man, Not a in charge chief police. Just a little boy need protect and care. "Well done, porky. who you really are?" "I am dirty pig slave, I am little boy , I need your protect me, Sir . I need you teaching me, Sir." "Right, you are a little boy in blue, porky." "Yes Sir, I am a little boy in blue, I need your guidance and control. Thanke You Sir." "What's happen when you use owned judge mind ? Use as tools for protect drug dealer? Take down by two girls? Play your locked cock and fuck you by pig tail plug on the road ? Think about it, porky." "Yes Sir, I am lost and aimless with my own logic mind. I am a little boy in blue must on fours to be your feet, Under your protect and guidance. Thank You Sir." Robert leashing Peter with dirty uniform pants back to living room for next step training. Robert sit on the sofa and put chief police hat back on Peter's head then put his legs on Peter's back. Peter left bag on sofa with fully uniform on fours and waiting for orders. "Why you disobey my orders at police station? what's mistake you have by your logic mind? porky " "Yes Sir, I forgot I am little boy in blue, I am trying pretend be a mature man who in charge and make order as a chief police role. I want be honor my uniform and my badge. That's not safe for serivce you in my office , Sir. My men will noticed it , Sir." " You want to keep hiding , I can use you in the front of all cops , And tell everyone about how you protect a kid in the mayor house as a chief police.""No , Please no , Sir . My uniform and badge was important for me ." "So you know what's important for me ? put pig boy back where it belong." "Isn't what we're doing here enough for you ? Sir." "I need a lots more, You ready and willing for me to claim you as my property .Look this, porky. Do you remember it ? Do you missing it ? " A pink pig tail plug in Peter's eyes which bring lots memories back. The plug giving Peter extreme prostate orgasm which make him want it so much. "Y...Yes Sir." "Good boy, That's what I want to hear. Your tiny cannot hard like a man now, you need plug in ass like a fag , right ?" "Yes Sir, I cannot stop thinking about it in my ass .Thank You Sir ." "Beg for it , If you want it so badly, porky ." Peter down his head and see his badge on chest. His logic mind refuse to say any words. Robert noticed it so he tear off the badge and said to Peter . "You are shame on this badge , This is for the hero who can protect and save people from the crime. you do nothing when I was sexual abused by mature men , you pretend to be my dad , but I still be kidnap by mayor while you'er pig meat toy to watching . So tell me you want this steel mature hero badge or rubber pig tail plug ?" Peter's face turning red with embarrassment and humiliation. "Yes Sir , I ...I want plug ." "Begging hard for it , porky ." "Yes Sir , I beg you Sir . Make me yours pig meat toy , Remind me who I belong to. Thank You Sir ." "That's right attitude, porky ." Robert use knife broken Peter's pants to show the ass with red thong , then rearrange the thong thin strap in the ass and push pink rubber pig tail plug in and out for few times . "You want more , right ? porky .""Owww!.. oww!.. Yes Sir, Yes, I want more , please , Sir.""If your men knew what's kind of fag is leading them , I wonder how many would resign immediately, Maybe they want use this slut hole hard before go." "No, Don't say that , Sir." Robert pull plug out and skim over the ass crack.Then he put one feet on Peter's back. Think about it , The leader of the city police , who give orders everyday . The chief police need was be arrested as a pervert criminal. All station cops keep in line to use your two holes. When you go to the jail , All criminals will feeding you cum and piss , What you are then ? A cum dump ? A urinal ?" The words make Peter in horny , but his logic mind still resist to surrender . Peter holding his moaning and breath shortly, Trying think about his sucessful career. Robert cut off red thong and see Peter's leaking precum on the cage. So he use thong clean the plug then put under Peter's nose . "Sniff it , porky . you know you want it, right " The smell raising Peter's natural desire but self control by his logic mind , his body in hot and continuously trembling. Robert use police badge collecting the precum then show to Peter's face."Is this way to use honor your badge ? licking it , porky ." Peter closed eyes and starting clean badge by tongue . The precum taste remind Peter formerly training . The sexual desire explosion in Peter's body and weak the resistance in mind. Robert put dirty thong in Peter's mouth then use pig tail plug fucking without mercy. Peter's logic mind totally broken by the sexual desire and the thong pushed out mouth with loudly moaning . "O... god O.. god " Robert order Peter take off uniform on the floor and mxied cum , piss , spittle on it. Peter follow order in silence. "Take off boots , sniff and lick 10 minutes now ." Peter execute tasks without words. Robert believe the training was enought at tonight. "Here daily tasks list for you , porky . 1.shave crotch smoothly and bald head. 2.eating and drinking from bowl on fours. 3.Kneel before the dirty police uniform both 10 minutes before you go to work and back home . 4. Sniffing and licking boots 10 minutes and shining boots by beard before you wear boots for work. 5. Kneel to piss in the bowl and drink it by mouth and tongue when you alone at home or office. 6. Use dildo self fucking 10 minutes at home and use baton self fucking 10 minutes at office when you alone . 7. Slap face 20 times at home and use belt whipping butt 20 times at office when you alone ." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Robert take two steel dog bowls from bag. "One for home use and another take to your office, porky ." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter see the difference on the bowls, one tag named porky and another was peter. "Which one should I take to office? Sir " "The tag named peter, I like all city police officers know there's fag pet leading them." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peter doing the shaving and boots serving tasks well, but refuse to see his uniform in dirty. So he take the bowl to office before his son wake-up. After 10 minutes baton self fucking, Peter starting his paper work on computer. After 2 hours work Peter feeling strong urinate so he go to toilet. He remind his son's piss rule when his tiny cock took out of his uniform pants. Peter grasped his own cock hardly to less his urination desire and back his office immediately. Peter locked up the office door and put his name bowl on the floor, Then he forced his tiny cock pointing to the bowl for piss out in kneel pose . After the piss transfer from his bladder to the dog bowl , Peter on fours to drinking his own piss by mouth and tongue. There was a knock on the door, Peter have to put up the bowl and pour all piss into his mouth then put bowl in drawer as soon he can. Peter unlocked the door and Gregory step in his office for the plan of overspeed penalty. After half hour discussions Gregory go to improve the plan. But Peter sitting his chair and think back the embassy scene. "I should take bowl to the toilet next time, that's too dangerous in my office." Peter say to himself and use tongue to clean the piss left on his beard. The overspeed penalty plan was executing in 3 days later, There's lots tickets from highway patrol group, One truck driver named Thomas Jackson got two tickets in one week, he was angry for it but beating his step son for release. His step son named Larry Flatt who was formerly classmate of Robert. Larry ask Robert's help to avoided the high penalty . Robert thinking about the new way to broken Peter's uniform honor. Peter off work early at Friday afternoon as his son order , when he arrived home. Peter was asked to wear pink chastity and pig tail plug under his uniform. Then Robert guide his dad driving to Thomas's house. At the living room, Robert sitting on sofa with Larry, Peter standing straight beside his son. Thomas was scared by Peter's uniform so he have to stand before Robert. "I hear you beating your step son hardly, right?" Robert speaking to Thomas with cold voice. "I think there's a mistake, Larry tell me you want help me for the overspeed tickets." "So you admitted you have hurt your step son, right ?" "That's not your business, this is my house, take your ass off my sofa and fk out." Thomas trying threaten Robert in soon. "No, you need apologize to your step son now." "Get out, kid." Thomas put hand to fetch Robert's shirt , but Peter step in and take donw Thomas in few seconds, Peter put his right knee on Thomas's back and locked up the hands with handcuffs. "Don't move, Sir. I am chief police Peter, I don't allow you hurting kid in my city." "Ok , you got me, I am sorry, let me go, please."Peter looking to his son for order, Robert say to Thomas again, "I say you need apologize to your step son." "I am sorry , Larry . I am not mean to hurt you, I love you, Larry. I have promised your mom to take care you forever." "I love you, dad." Larry turn to Robert, " Please , Robert. I need you help my dad."Robert use eyes make sign to his dad, Peter stand up and unlocked the handcuffs. " Thank you , Sir. So you can help me cancel the tickets, right ?""No, you need be punished for your over speeding, Sir." Peter say it seriousness to Thomas. "I think both step fathers was sinner in this room." Robert looking to his dad. "Right ? porky" "Yes Sir, you're right." Peter's face turn red but answer his son without hesitation. "So you will take all my punishment, right ? porky." "Yes Sir, I will take all punishment for your need, Sir." Both Thomas and Larry was shacked that's the top cop of city, A powerful man make orders all day, Looking like a kid before his son. "I need cancel the tickets for Larry, porky." "No, Sir. I can't stained my honor duty, I accept all punishment for my personality, Thank You Sir." "On knees, porky." Peter follow the order quickly, put his boots in v shape and hands together behindhis chief police hat. "From now you need follow Larry's order too, Porky."Peter up his head to Larry."Yes Sir, I am serving your need , Sir."Larry was scared as he never order mature to do anything, From his experiences he was the one follow orders. "I can't do this, Robert."Robert turn to Thomas. "How about you ? Another sinner as step father. " "I don't know what's to do, I means hurting cop was high crime, I don't want go to jail. " "Would you put this sinner go to jail if I order him to punish you ? porky. " "No , Sir." Peter straight his back to keep his manhood."Do you hear that ? Now you just follow my orders, sinner." "Yes, Sir." Thomas answer with carefully. "Locked his hands with his own cuff." Thomas slowly move to Peter and take down the handcuff from duty belt, Peter keep in kneel pose like statuette without any resist actions. That's give Thomas confidence to do more. "Take off his hat and rubbing his bald head by your right hand." Thomas put the chief hat on the table and use his right hand slightly soft touch Peter's head. That's make Peter's bald head is itchy. Peter lowly his head and close eyes for next coming."Put fingers in his nose hole, leashing him around the table on knees crawl." Peter feeling deeply humiliation by nose been leashing, No time for judge how deeply it's but need focus on keep body balance during the knees crawl. And Peter keep breathing during the crawl as his nose was blocked and he don't want open his mouth. That's make Peter's face more red and his head is dizzy for oxygen-poor. Robert notice the change on his dad's face, So he order Thomas leashing Peter for next 3 arounds crawl. That's burning out oxygen in Peter's body, Forcing Peter breathing by mouth and follow orders without judge. "Unzip his fly and put chastity out of the thong , then holding the cage." Thomas keep his right fingers in Peter's nose and bending over his back to unzipped Peter's fly by left hand. There's a red thong show out , Thomas take down the red thong to put pink color chastity in his hand. Peter feeling embarrassed by his tiny cock in a stranger's hand, He want take his cock back but the handcuff stop him to do it. That's make Peter breathing hardly with mouth widely."Pulling the cage hard." Thomas dragging the cage up and down then left and right . The painful make Peter moaning loudly and feeling deeply humiliation. "Please let me go , Sir. " "shut up , porky" Robert stand up and slapped his dad hardly. Thomas's right fingers out of Peter's nose by Robert's beat. Thomas looking for Robert to make clear put fingers back or not . " Take down his pants on knees." Thomas use his right hand released Peter's duty belt then pull down the blue pants and red thong to Peter's knees . "Check his butt and use the pig tail plug fucking him hard." Thomas half squat to Peter's right leg side then changed right hand holding Peter's locked cock , his left hand keep push the plug. Peter falling into high physical climax with trembling body. Robert drgaging his dad's beard to make Peter's mouth more widely. "Who you are ? porky. The chief police of city ?" "No, Sir . I am your little boy in blue uniform , I am pretend to be the chief police role, Sir." "That's right , porky. what's you want to put in your mouth now ? " "Your glory cum and piss , Sir." "No, you don't have privilege today. you need be urinal and cumdump for all men." "Yes Sir, I will swallow all as you order, Sir." Robert turn to Larry." Piss in his mouth now." Larry looking at Robert without move. "I don't say it again. I will left the tickets problem with you and your step dad alone." Larry was scared for think about his step dad beating him hard again, So he step to Peter and take his cock pointing to Peter's mouth. Robert step back and order his dad take all piss. Larry don't piss too much and Peter swallow all piss immediately. Robert order Thomas put his cock in Peter's mouth for piss. Thomas's piss fully in Peter's mouth and leaking on Peter's uniform and floor. After Thomas step back and put on his pants , Peter bending over to clean the floor by his mouth and tongue. "You can not get enough for piss , right ? porky ." "Yes , Sir . As your please , Sir ." "Good, porky. Now we start a road trip for your need." Robert put collar on his dad's neck and leash him crawl on knees to the truck. After 4 hours driving, Thomas put truck over a public gay park. Robert leash his dad kneel at roadside with rubber mask covered eyes. Peter still have pink chasitity and pig tail plug in with pants on knees. There's board hang on his chest to covered his name and number on uniforom. The board writed words "Free blow job from a cop ." With Robert's permission there's 16 men's cum and 9 men's piss in Peter's stomach after 2 hours public serving. Robert stay over night with Thomas in a motel, but Peter was locked up in the truck with crotch area naked. The night was longer for Peter without sleep as mixed cold, shame, hungry, painful in his body in stained uniform. At morning Peter have a fever with piss iced in uniform pants. Thomas checking Peter's forehead which was hot similarly like Peter's face. Peter in fainting status and his logic mind totally give up to control his body now. Thomas advise for send Peter to hospital but Robert rejected it. "I think there's a better place to heal a colded pig boy, We should let pig boy warming up." Thomas driving to a lovely wood close to a lake. Robert leashing his dad on fours to running in wood for 15 minutes. That's totally exhausted Peter' energy and self-esteem. "Please, Sir. I...I beg your mercy." "Who you are ? porky " "I am your pig boy, I am your meat toy, I am your slave, Sir." "No, porky. Do you remember how many men's cum and piss in your stomach? How you desire for all men's cock ? So who you really are ?" "Yes Sir. I am a cum dump, I am an urinal for all men." "So you don't pretend to be chief police officer now? porky.""No, Sir. I am not a chief officer anymore, I am not human being either, I am your property, Sir. I will take off this uniform forever, Sir. " "Very good, porky. Now strip naked with chastity only, crawling into lake for clean up youself now." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir. " Peter take off his uniform, collar and butt plug then crawling to water. The lake water was too cold for a fever and hungry old man. Peter clean up his face then crawling back to his son's feets soon. "You looking dirty, porky." "Sorry Sir, I am not feeling well, I can't stay in lake for take shower. Please forgive me, Sir." "I will give you to a warming shower now." Peter have warm water in a gay sauna and two hamburgers with Robert permission. That's help Peter recharged energy for next serving train. During next 3 hours in sauna, Peter keep on fours to looking for cocks to serving by his two holes. There's colorful cocks in Peter's body and mind, he starting addicted by cock smelling, He want to sacrificed very men's sexual need. After Peter back his own home,he retired from blue line for health reason immediately. He can't face to his police uniform anymore. Peter stop go to gym and turning to a chubby body with retirement at home. Which as a pig boy should be looking like and please his son owner. Peter only keep eyebrows with permission, all other body hair was shaving clean everyday. Special the beard shaved make Peter lost his manhood, Even he starting dress female bra and underwear for please his son owner. Robert get boring to stay with his slave dad all the time, So he order Peter looking for a easy job. Peter become the chairman of Anti-Modern Slavery because Robert think this position was most irony for his slave dad. Peter wear dog tag necklace and chastity under his suits when he go to the work. There's remote control butt plug in his ass. Robert can use his slave dad as his wish during the work time. Before the new year coming, Peter got slave register number bar code tattoos on his crotch just over his tiny locked cock. "That's best Christmas gift u even have, right? porky." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." "ur chubby enough to cosplay as Santa now, but u don't have beard anymore, more like fat female Santa, porky." "Yes Sir, I am your female Santa slave, may I carry gift for you ? Sir." "What's kind gift? porky." Peter crawl to his car and fetch a box by mouth back to his son's feets. Robert open it get a SONY PlayStation 5. "That's great gift, porky." "Thank You Sir, I am glad u like it." After set up PS5 Robert starting play video game in the living room , while Peter on fours to carry his son's legs. "Did u believe I will win this game? porky." "Yes Sir. you will will all the game." "HOHO, If I lose this game, you will be punish hard tonight." "Yes Sir, I am so happy and proud to accept your punishment, Thank You Sir." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- William meeting Peter in his new office before new year and trying find out what's happening on him. "Hi Peter, Happy New Year. I think you still miss this one." There's flashlight pointing to Peter's eyes. Peter was freezed like a statue. "Your eyelids are becoming very heavy and tired , you only hear what I say , you will do what you be told, my slave hog ." "Yes Master, hog always obey you ,Thank You Master ." Peter take off pants to knees and put a pen in ass, then on four and crawl to William's feet. "Good boy, still remember my rules. So Eric got you again? My slave hog." "No, Master. Robert training me as his porky slave in all the time . But I think he may learning skills from Eric." "Why you retired so quickly? what's happening in Robert's training?" After Peter report his Master about his weekend training trip, William believe Peter still have a basic faith to his uniform. "You are very brave and strong to keep your promise, My slave hog." "Thank You Master, I can't face my dirty uniform anymore.""I think your retirement was good for you, but you need take down Eric even you are not police officer anymore." "Yes Master, your slave hog waiting for your orders." "Put this electronic tag in Robert's clothes to monitor his moving. And ask Gregory's help to investigating Eric and his company." "Yes Master, I will trying best to do it." "Use safe pin pieced your both tits now, when you feeling lost your body control by Robert's orders, you can rubbing your tits, the painful will help you focus on your duty and tasks, My slave hog.""Yes Master, Thank You Master." " I will check you here tomorrow, my slave hog." "Yes Master, I will done all your orders before your next visit. Thank You Master." Peter's forehead knocking the floor 3 times, then pull pen out and stand up for dress back his pants. Peter open door for William with humble attitude, and looking for William disappeared in the view then he turn back to his office. When Peter find out safe pin to starting piercing his tits, the camera on his computer was moving to face him directly. The voice from camera mic was his owner son. " What's you doing? my slave porky." Peter was confusing about which orders he should obey. The Master or his son owner. When Peter hesitating to do, his office door was opened by Eric. Eric use flashlight pointing to Peter's eyes as William what's to do. Peter lost his body control immediately. The next day when William step in Peter's office, there's a big luggage in the corner. When William use flashlight pointing to Peter's eyes, Peter stand up from chair instead of on his knees. When William was thinking about what's happening. Peter use taser guns make William temporarily incapacitated. When William wake-up , he find himself was bondaged on the table. "Time for give you a lesson now." Peter keep in naked and close to William with Eric's order. Then Peter starting shave William's head and crotch, William feeling humility but can't resist.Peter use safe pin piecing William's tits, the huge painful force William yelling out. "Shut up, you're fake Master." Peter slapping William's face without mercy. William have to close mouth to endured the body painful. "My real Master tell me, the true Master should protect his property instead of ruining it, you ask me use safe pin to torture myself, that's unacceptable. The fake Master need be punished." Peter saying slowly and use needles through William's cock and balls. William can't close his mouth and crying like a kid. "So you don't like painful, right ? you want me take off needles and pins, right ?" William nodding his head without words. Peter take off needles and pins slowly and watching the blood come out and over William's chest and crotch area. Then Peter take out baton and put it into William's ass in roughly. "You need say you like it, fake Master." William trying ignore Peter's words and take control his body. The baton was smashed his prostate hardly. Few minutes ago William's cock in hard. "Look, your stick jumping the blood, fake Master." William's close his eyes but his prostate orgasm make his mind weakness. "All process was recording by camera, fake Master. My real Master would give you a copy when you're home." William not believe his ears as Eric so easy to releasing him while Peter take off the bondage. "Before you go, sucking my tiny pig boy's cock for 5 minutes, on your knees , fake Master." William's was shamed and want escape soon as he can, So he following Peter's orders and put Peter's tiny cock in his mouth. " Well done, fake Master. you're good material to be a slave, would you willing be my reall Mater's feet and begging for his training? " William don't say anything but keep sucking the cock. After 5 minutes sucking, Peter point the clothes in the corner." you can go home now, fake Master. or you can staying here learning how to be a qualified slave. HOHO " William dress immediately and running out Eric's company. "Why you released him so easy ?" Robert ask to Eric. "Because the people like William was very arrogant, he will not call police or tell anybody as tonight experience was too shame for him." William was resign and move to another city in weeks. 3 months later people find William hanged himself in his apartment. Robert was getting boring with his slave dad. A fat and old meat toy without manhood, No more self-confident as formerly in the uniform. "I want a real cop slave in the blue uniform with all gears , not a useless fat pig." Robert complaining to Eric. "I think so, Let me think about a good candidates." One months later, Peter was feeding a bowl of fentanyl which make Peter lost body feeling and active like a zombie. Robert cut off his dad's tiny cock and balls without any resist while Eric send help message to Gregory. Then Robert put the cock and balls in his dad's mouth with a ball gag locked up. "Crawl to the yard, my slave porky." That's last order from Robert, Peter on fours with crotch blooding but he can't feeling any painful anymore. Peter just following his son owner's order only. When Peter slowly crawl to the yard, Eric bondaged Robert on the chair then leave the house. It's all according to plan. Robert go into Gregory's house and Gregory following the clues which leading to Eric's hypnosis table. After two months hypnosis training , Gregory replace Peter as Robert's new loyal police officer slave. With Eric's guiding, Gregory take down James for revenged Peter's death. There's lots evidences in James house which help Gergory put Paul into jail. Then Gergory stop the overspeed penalty plan and closed up Paul's private prison. All of Gregory's records help him be the deputy police chief in the end of 2022, and be the police chief at Feb 2024. "That's my slave, I should reward you for your performance." Robert sitting his the police chief office chair, while Gregory on fours beside Robert's feets in full blue uniform and taller Bal-Laced Patrol boots, Different with traditional Chief police, there's brown leather dog collar on his neck over his shirt and tie, also a big heavy steel nose ring over his handsome and mature beard. " Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Gregory keep in humbled doggie pose in stable. Eric take off Gregory's chief police hat and rubbing the bald with his black leather gloves. "I think this is best reward for you, right?" "Yes Master, Thank You Master." Gregory wildly his legs and put boots toes together in V shape, The hands behind back with low down head then straight back to company Eric's rubbing. "Have you keep gears on now ? My slave " Robert ask to his police chief slave. "Yes Sir " Gregory open his white shirt to show the steel chains with clamps on his tits, then he take down his blue uniform pants to show his smoothly crotch with stell chastity on cock and pink pig tail plug in ass. "Well done, My slave." Robert stand up for take down gregory's the nose ring and collar. "Time for your inaugural speech now." Gregory bend over body to kiss Robert and Eric's feets, then dress back in neat uniform. During the speech, Robert remotely control the pig tail plug shaking in Gregory's ass, Which make Gregory's face turning red and wet in forehead. When Gregory saying he will trying best protect the city, Robert turning the shaking in top power model which force Gregory lost control his trembling body and quiver voice in the same time. The people in the hall clapping their hands hardly for the new police chief in exciting and passion model. Only Eric and Robert knew the real reason of Gregory's reaction. "Don't broken the toy too fast this time." Eric said to Robert. "Sure, I will use him carefully. And hardly, want see my new idea ?" "HOHO, I let you alone with your slave, enjoying the night. I am sure you will give the new chief police officer a night to remember." END All comments and potential slaves are welcome, Special for mature bear/military/cop. Email: [email protected] All Rights Reserved © 2024, Master Sean *********************************************************************** |
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/boy-in-blue/boy-in-blue-7 | Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2023 06:05:47 +0000 From: Master Sean Subject: Boy in blue --Chapter 07 Setting blue fire Boy In Blue This story is a fiction and for mature reader only. Please donating to support Nifty by link https://donate.nifty.org/ . Roles in this chapter Peter Palmer : 5'9"; 61 yo; 33 years service in blue; Police Cheif in 2012 ; 2018 retired as chairman of Anti-Modern Slavery ; dead in 2022 Gregory Quinn : 6'2"; 45 yo; 20 years service in blue; Inspector in 2015 ; Deputy Police Chief in 2022 Eric Tull : 6'0"; 54 yo; G&S meditation CEO in 2000 William Freeman: 5'8"; 43 yo; Police Psychotherapist David Corey : 5'3"; 39 yo; usurer Wade Nash : 5'8"; 32 yo; drug dealer Jerry Dyer : 5'9"; Gang leader Paul Anglim : 5'6"; Mayor Robert Palmer : 13 yo; adopted in 2014 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Robert strip naked with steel collar and standing before Paul. There's a smile on Paul's face and he order Robert turning around for body inspect. "you have beautiful body, kid. Now be my feets and worship your new dad." Robert on four immediately and crawling to Paul's feets , he kisses Paul's shoes and use his head rubbing Paul's leg. "That's my good boy." Paul use right hand put Robert face up and keep said " Time for you learning how to distinguish real daddy." Paul make a wink then Eric leash a guy in tightly rubber shirt and pig mask crawling into room. When the pig guy close by then Robert can see there's a pink color leather collar and pig tail plug . "Tell us who you are ?" Paul saying to the pig guy. "Yes Sir, it's name is Peter Palmer, 57 years old , it work as police cheif with your permission, it's really job is service and please you, it is your little pig slave boy, Thank You Sir." Robert was shocked by the voice and words. "kid, take off the pig mask now." Paul said to Robert. Robert crawling to pig guy and take down the mask with trembling hands. His hero daddy face in Robert's eyes, "dad !" Robert saying with helpless. Peter's mind was awaked by his son voice, his manhood rising up and want to protect his son. Peter straight his back and trying take off collar for his son. Eric pulling the leash which connected with Peter's pink leather collar and force Peter back on four pose. "you're a naughty pig boy." Eric said to Peter." thinking what's happen, you have been take down by two girls, Robert can't have a weak dad like you, looking at yourself, a piece of meat toy for abuse, you're not a dad, you're not a human either. Robert's police cheif dad was dead, he desire for a new dad who have real powerful, righ ?" The memories come back in Peter's mind immediately, two female play his locked up cock and balls, use pig plug fucking him hardly. Peter was shamed for the scenes and want escape out, he starting denied self as a powerful police cheif, and turning into a little boy without judge think but only following orders. "Yes Sir, I am your pig slave, I am your little boy, I am waiting for your orders, Thank You Sir ." There's eyes falling down from Peter's face. "Please let my dad go." Robert saying to Paul. "He was not your dad anymore, just a slave for my please use. pig boy, use mouth service this kid now " "Yes Sir " Peter crawling to Robert's back and start to licking his son's feets, ass and cock. Robert can't move because his mind in blank and no idea to do. "So you can see who is your dad now? kid " "Yes Sir, you're my dad, I need your protect and care." Robert saying with tears full of his face. "Time for service your dad now, kid." Robert crawling to Paul and sucking his cock and balls. "Let Jerry handle the pig slave, you can go home now, Eric." "Enjoying your night, Sir." Eric leashing Peter out the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jerry driving back to his home at the neighbor city, Peter was bondaged and blindfolded in the trunk. At same time the bang guys of Jerry take Peter's car to the lake beside the highway. Before Peter's car fall into the lake, the polices suddenly jumping out and take down all the gang guys. The team leader send message to notice his chief that they find the duty belt with handgun and Peter's phone in the car but no clue about Peter. In the garage of Jerry's home, Jerry pulling Peter out of the trunk and kick Peter's body without mercy. "Today is your last day , pig boy ." Jerry looking at Peter. "Maybe I should recording the moment." When Jerry back to garage , he set up a camera to recording how he torture and kill a police chief. "That's will make me be famous." Jerry said to himself. Then Jerry cut off the rope on Peter's feet and take off the blindfold but keep handcuff on. "On your knees , pity boy , look at the camera and say hi , pig boy ." Peter struggle to open his eyes , his hands still locked behind his back, his mouth filled with his own thong. Peter use his tongue force the thong out his mouth and yelling to Jerry, "you will be arrest for all your sin soon." Jerry laughing and kick Peter's tiny cock and balls , the huge painful make Peter curled up in a ball. "That's all ? your strength like a girl." Peter keep enrage Jerry . "My girls take you down , pig boy .Remember it ? I shot the pictures for you , do you like it ?" "I was drugged and hypnosis, you can not take down me when I am be clear-headed." Jerry collared Peter and leash him in kneel pose with head forward to the floor . "you will do whatever I told you , understand ? pig boy ." "No , you can kill me now , but I will never submit to the criminal." Jerry was angry and slap Peter's face hardly. The nose of Peter was blooding. "Open mouth, pig boy " Jerry use hand force Peter open mouth widely, then spitting in Peter's mouth and force Peter swallow it . Peter straight his back and resist following Jerry's orders. While Jerry release his hand on Peter's mouth , Peter use his all strength to stand up as quickly as he could , then Peter use his forehead to attack Jerry's nose, Jerry have to use his hand to cover his blood nose. when Jerry still trying recover from the nose painful, Peter kick Jerry's crotch which make Jerry can't stand anymore, Jerry folding his body and on his knees with two hands holding crotch . Peter rotating his body and raising his right leg to hit Jerry's head. Jerry fall in a faint and lay on floor. Peter find the handcuff key in Jerry's pants. So Peter locked Jerry up and checking the house . Make sure no other in the house then Peter use Jerry's phone to call the police . Before the neighbor city police cheif arrived Jerry's house , Peter find some Jerry's clothes for his naked body and put his thong in the pocket. Then Peter move to the camera and find his naked pictures inside. Peter's face turning red and pull out the memory card and put the camera back to the room . Peter strangled Jerry with the rope which for bonage his legs. The neighbor city police cheif bring Peter's car and his cop gear. Peter use his own phone contact Geogory to save Robert in the Paul's villa. After short conversation with neighbor city police cheif about the plan of take down Jerry's gang , Peter driving back to Paul's villa alone. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Gregory check all Paul's villa but cannot find Robert , there's nobody inside. Peter get phone call from Robert that he was safe back to home now. Peter ask Gregory gather together at his house. When Peter back home see Gregory with Robert . Robert told Gregory that the mayor invit him to dinner and waiting for his dad coming together, but his dad not appear so the mayor driving him back home. Peter embarrassed to echo back his son's lie. After Greogry left , Robert turn to his dad with cold voice , "On your knees, dad." Peter was shocked what his son say. "what's happen ? are you drug or hypnosis ? son ." "you hear me , I am in charge from now , you cannot protect me , you're a pig slave of Paul , right ?" "No , I am not a slave , I am police cheif , I can protect you , son ." "So I need call Gregory back and tell him what's happen at tonight ?" "No , son, I can handle it ." "I don't believe you after what's happening in the Paul's house ." Robert show Peter some pictures that's Eric training Peter as a slave. "I was drugged and hypnosis before, I am in clear now , trust me, son" "6,8,14,19,22,42,79" the number from Robert mouth make Peter's knees automatic on the floor with toes together in V sharp. "Yes Sir, your boy is waiting your order now. Thank You Sir." The words coming out naturally without Peter's self control. His chest forward and below head with eyes looking down , then his hands put together behind his head. Robert put his right hand on Peter's bald head. "Who is in charge at home now ? " "You, Sir." "That's right, I allow you pretend to be my dad outside, but you totally under my control for all the time." "Yes Sir, I will do whatever you order. Thank You Sir." "I can't call you dad or Peter at home anymore, I give you a pet name: porky." "Yes Sir, porky is happy for the new name, Thank You Sir." "Strip naked at home, porky." "Yes Sir." Peter following order without hesitation. Robert put a brown leather collar on Peter's neck then throw a steel chastity on the floor. "Wear collar and chastity when you back home, porky." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter locked up his tiny cock with steel chastity immediately. "That's looking great, licking my feets now, porky." Peter on fours and licking Robert feet greedy. After 5 minutes Robert feets was all wet. "Enough, porky." "Yes Sir." Peter keep on fours and crawling back one step. Robert riding on his dad back and leash his pet crawl to his dad's room."From now, this is my room, porky." "Yes Sir." "Buy a big steel cage tomorrow, porky, you can't sleep on the bed anymore, must on floor or in the cage like a pet. " "Yes Sir." "Now go to bathroom, porky." "Yes Sir." Robert leash his dad to the closestool, "Use mouth and tongue to open it , porky ." "Yes Sir" after the seat rise up , "move forward , porky ." "Yes Sir ." While Peter's head over the bowl, Robert open his pants and starting to piss. The piss irrigate Peter's bald head and splash on the bowl and floor . "Clean the mess by mouth , porky ." "Yes Sir." Peter clean the toilets with his tongue in few minutes ."That's good , porky. I need go to sleep now ." "Yes Sir." Peter crawling back his bed and Robert take off the leash from Peter's collar . "Go to sleep at kitchen floor tonight , porky . And wake up at 6 AM , clean the house and do the laundry. Serving me breakfast at 9AM ." "Yes Sir , Good night Sir." "It's 9 AM now , Sir." Peter kneel before the bed and trying wake up his son. Robert slap his dad hardly and said, "Shut fuck up , porky . I tell you prepare my breakfast instead of ruining my dream ." "Sorry Sir , porky will not make mistake again, Sir." Robert sit the edge of bed . "Time for morning piss now , open mouth and drink from tap, porky." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir. " Peter was happy to sucking his son's cock , the warm water fully his mouth in soon. Even Peter trying swallowing hardly but still have some piss leak out. "you're totally useless." "Sorry Sir, porky will trying better next time, Sir." Robert ride on his dad's back and put the leach on the collar. The breakfast was bacon, egg and cheese sandwich, "Well done, porky." "Thank You Sir, I am glad you like it, Sir." While Robert eating his breakfast, Peter keep on fours be Robert's feets. Robert let some bacon and egg fall to floor on purpose , "Eating your breakfast, porky ." "Yes Sir Thank You Sir." Peter use his mouth and tongue to clean the foods on the floor. "May I go to work now ? Sir " Peter ask after Robert finished the breakfast."No, porky. There's something to deal before go to your office .""Yes Sir." Robert order his dad put on his neat police cheif uniform and hat. Then Peter back to on fours pose with collar and chastity. Robert leash Peter to the garage, "Take off collar and chastity and put on the table now, porky " "Yes Sir." " Open car door for me , porky."" Yes Sir, where are we going ? Sir " "Go to my school first , I need you to tell the school I will study at home from now , porky ." "Yes Sir ." After Peter signing the paper for Robert leave the school , they're go back to the park of the school, "Where are we going next ? Sir " Peter ask . "Buy new bed for you now , porky." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." Peter driving to a big pet supplies mall then Robert pick a 60 inch dog crate cage. "I am sure you will like your new bed, porky." "Yes Sir , porky happy have new bed, Thank You Sir ." Robert customized a dog tag with porky name on one side and "loyal service" words on another side. After find a steel necklace suitable with the dog tag Robert order his dad wear it . "Never take the tag down untill you dead , porky ." "Yes Sir , porky be proudly to wear your tag , Thank You Sir .""Time for lunch now, porky. ""Yes Sir, What's you want for lunch ? Sir" "Buy a cheese pizza , 3 beef burgers and one cup soda then go to home. ""Yes Sir." During the way to home, Robert eating pizza and drinking soda in the car. when the car back in the garage, Robert almost finished his lunch. "Open door for me, porky" "Yes Sir.""What's you should do when you back home ? porky " "Yes Sir, porky must wear collar and chastity now, Thank You Sir.""Good porky" Peter on four and hand leash to Robert with his pants opening to show his locked tiny cock."well done, porky.""Thank You Sir." "Fetching the bag of urgers." "Yes Sir." Peter straight back to open the door and crawl into car get the bag by mouth. Robert leash his dad to kitchen room, "Strip naked for eat your lunch, I don't want you in dirty uniform, even you're dirty pig, porky""Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." After put uniform to the corner, Peter take burgers out from bag to the floor and waiting for next order."That's my loyal porky, eating first burger in one minute." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter take a deeply breathing then put bread in mouth as quick as he can, Without chew too much Peter swallowed it like sucking cock for throat fucking. After eat each side breads Peter splict pink middle for two parts and put in mouth one by one, then put mouth in the burger box for clean all left foods. "52 seconds, well done, porky. The secondary must finished in 40 seconds." "Yes Sir." Peter take deep breath again and holding burger into mouth, he pit a piece burger then swallowing it without chew. "37 seconds, well done porky. The third burger in 30 seconds." "Yes Sir." Peter trying hard to be more quickly bit and swallow, his stomach bloating and throat choking . "34 seconds, porky, I need punish you for it." "Sorry Sir, porky will tak all your punishment." Robert use leather belt whipping his dad 's butt, "Count the number, porky." "Yes Sir, one, Thank You Sir, two, Thank You Sir .......twenty, Thank You Sir." Peter 's butt turning red and some blood out. "Take a shower on knees and shaving head and crotch smoothly , porky. " "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter crawl to bathroom and use electric shaver to keep bald head and smoothly crotch. Then Peter use warm water clean his butt which painful make his tiny cock in horny. "May you allow porky rub cock ? Sir " Peter crawl back to Robert feet and begging for masturbation. "No, porky. There's more important things to do now." "Yes Sir, what's porky need to do now? Sir " " Well, I need you go to police office to pretend your police cheif role at afternoon. porky " "Yes Sir, may porky allow to dress uniform ? Sir " "Of course, I need you be professional outside, porky. Use red color thong replace the chastity, keep the dog tag necklace, fully police uniform with logger boots." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." " I need you contact neighbor city police cheif and find out the guys who take down you on the highway, then you need make sure they can't tell other about your naked pictures and slave training, understand? ""Yes Sir, porky will trying best." "Not try your best , my orders must be complete executed ." "Yes Sir, porky understand." " I know you use Gregory to entrap a drug dealer , right ?" "Yes Sir, Wade Nash , he use Gregory as his slave and sexual toy , porky use him to make trouble with mayor Paul, Sir" "I have mayor Paul's kinky play pictures and video, I need you contact mayor and force him quit out the drug business , And you can use Wade to deal with Jerry's gang guys." Robert put a file bag on Peter's back ."Yes Sir ,you are so wise , Thank You Sir ." "Back home before 7 PM , porky. you can go now." "Yes Sir, Thank You Sir." Peter take dress to garage and put on all uniform , his horny cock keep jump in red thong while Peter driving to his office. Peter got the files of suspect from neighbor city police , he pick four guys who take down him and ask neighbor city police cheif released them for investigation, then he ask Gregory in his office. "Hi cheif , how is the injury? " "Not big deal, Here four files of Jerry's gang guy , Tell Wade that he will get drug business under my protection after he take down Jerry's gang guys ." "What ? you want protect a drug dealer ? cheif "" of course not , I can take down the ringleleader behind Jerry , Let me know when Wash active , I will take down him too.""Yes cheif , I understand now. I can get off Wade soon and be honor my uniform ." Peter's tiny cock jump again and feeling embarrassed to looking at Gregory's uniform out of his office. He looking down on his uniform and struck by how to be honor his police cheif role. During Peter's thinking time , his office door was opened by William. "Hi cheif , looking here." There's flashlight pointing to Peter's eyes. Peter was freezed like a statue. "Your eyelids are becoming very heavy and tired , you only hear what I say , you will do what you be told, my slave hog ." "Yes Master, hog always obey you ,Thank You Master ." Peter take off pants to knees and put baton in ass, then on four and crawl to William's feet. "Good boy, you remember my rules well. Did my plan going well? hog " "Yes Master, hog have evidence to take down Paul now, Thank You Master." "That's good. Eric still control you for use ?" "No, Master. Eric not show after meet in Paul's villa , Robert use hypnosis number to control me at home." "I see, Robert must learning it from Eric." "Yes Master, may hog refuse to Robert's control ? Master." "No, keeping be controlled by Robert, I need see what's Eric's plan to do with you, my slave hog." "Yes Master, Thank You Master." "Now you can take off baton and dress up to meet Paul. " "Yes Master, hog obey your order, Thank You Master." Peter's forehead knocking the floor 3 times, then pull baton out and stand up for dress back his pants. William rub Peter's bald head and grab Peter's crotch,"Holding your breath, my slave hog." Peter stood to attention and saluted. Without breathing make Peter's face turning red in one minute, Peter's head in blank and feeling totally controlled by William. "I allow you breath now, my slave hog." William off his hand from Peter's crotch, and Peter's body in relaxing. "Yes Master, Thank You Master." Peter open door for William with humble attitude, and looking for William disappeared in the view then he turn back to his office. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paul sitting in his office and prepare for next meeting at 6 PM, The office door was opening and Peter step in. Paul's secretary trying explain why Peter broken in without make an appointment but Paul stop her and signalled she out of the office. "So you have got enough money I order you to collection,right? pig boy." Paul looking at Peter with a dismissive smile. "I have more valuable gift for you, Sir." Peter reply in an insinuating tone. He put a package to Paul's desktop. "Don't let me down, pig boy. I will kick your ass if I don't like your gift." Paul despise Peter with a glance. The picures in the package that's Paul sex play with kids. "So you want my money for it ? pig boy " Paul looking at Peter. " I know you have my kinky play pictures too, Sir. I don't want your money, I want you resign in this week and you need be away from any kids, Sir." "How dare you say that, pig boy, you should be my feet and beg for my mercy now." Peter walk cross the desk and face to Paul closer to show his uniform . " I am not your pig boy, I am the police cheif, I am protecting my city.Sir." " What's you plan to do if I refused to resign ? No one will believe a sexual toy 's words." " Maybe, but I think people will avoid a paedophilia to be their mayor. Would you want to try it ? I have promise words to in this uniform, I will protect people even sacrifice my life." " Your reputation will ruining, your uniform will permanently tainted by the picture." "Yeah, I knew it, I will accept whatever coming to me, you better do same like me, Sir." "Ok, Give me 3 days to think about your offer." "I knew you want use Eric to fucking my mind again, but I need remind you I have plan B already, Sir. And plan B will start when my kinky pictures leaking out or I am be hypnosis, Sir. " "Fine, I will destroy all your kinky pictures and videos, and you will do the same, Peter." "No, Sir, you and Eric can not order me to do things now. I am a loyal and honor cop, I hope hear your resignation soo, Sir." Peter go out the office directly. Paul calling Eric after Peter gone immediately. Peter driving home after visit Paul, that's best day after his daughter dead. Peter have huge joyful outpouring with in his neat uniform. There's scene in his mind that he in fully uniform and jumping into blue fire. His body into pieces and lighting to all city. "What's amazing dream!" Peter rubbing his uniform with tears out and saying to himself . "Don't crying like a boy, I am strongest man in the city." Peter keep sniffing to stop his tears coming down. In his garage, Peter take off his uniform and kissing deeply for few minutes then put them in the bag. Peter take a breath then put on collar and chastity. His tiny totally in hard so he have to squeeze his horny cock to put in cage. Robert play video game at living room while Peter crawling to his feet. "How is things going? porky." Peter straight back and put hands behind his head to reply his son, "Yes Sir, all tasks was done, porky waiting for your new orders, Sir." "Good, I need reward you, porky." Robert raise up his right feet to Peter's face, Peter holding his son's feet by his both hands and licking careful by his tongue. After 3 minutes licking and sucking, Robert order his dad service another feet while Peter kneel inside his two legs , his right feet on Peter's back while Peter licking his left feets. "Kissing and smell here, porky." Robert use his left feet forced Peter's face to his crotch area. "Yes Sir." Peter on four and put his face in his son's crotch, After gently kiss 3 time then Peter start to use his nose rubbing his son's cock and balls. Robert put his two feets on his dad's back and keeping play his video game. Peter's rub service make Robert can't focus on his video game, So he put donw game pad then rubbing his dad's bald head, Use all Peter's face to rubbing his crotch. "Holding breath, porky." "Yes Sir." Peter following order without hesitation, Trying best to hold his breath and keep rubbing his son's crotch. Without oxygen Peter's brain in blank soon, and he feeling burst in his chest but his tiny cock try to hard but limited by the cage. Peter have a sensation of vertigo which let him feeling deeply controlled by his son which bring him some psychological comfort for what's happen in Paul house with his son. He want giving all his body to sacrificed his son 's need to pay for his helpless during his son sexual usede by Paul. Peter have to breathing after one minutes, "Sorry Sir, I can't holding my breath anymore." "No, you can, porky." Robert stand up from sofa and ride on his dad's back, Put leash on his dad's collar then leash his dad crawl to kitchen, Robert find 3 plastic bags to cover his dad's bald head and tied up by tape over his dad's neck, His left hand holding the leash and right hand keep whipping his dad's butt to move his pet dad move fast in the house. The oxygen was less in the bag and the crawl actives make Peter sweating head in a trance. He see the scene of dinner with his daughter again, His daughter was happy see his father coming to the table, and jump up holding his dad's neck in tightly. Peter was happy and enjoying his daughter pressed her cheek against his. The brilliant light of dinner room ceiling was keeping rotating, Peter feeling his body like a floating feather in the air, and the lighting going stronger when his body soared. Peter gradually unable to feel or see, everything turing into nothing. Robert feeling his dad's body turning softly and crawl slowly, then suddenly falling down to the floor with convulsive body. "You're useless pet, porky." Robert was yelling to his dad but no words feedback. Robert kicking his dad's covered head to make his dad up but failed. So Robert have to cut off the plastic bag for his dad to breath. The fresh air bring Peter to the situation with his son. He was struggled to stand with his son 's leashing. Cost few minutes to keep on four pose then Robert see some mucus on the floor . "You're dirty pet , porky ." Robert use hand to check his dad's chastity and find the mucus come from the cage . "Sorry Sir." Peter was shamed about his cum out without his son's permission, but he savoured the moment with his daughter which bring him extremely climax that he never taste before. Robert leashing his dad to clean his hand then point to the floor , "Clean the mess on the floor now , porty ." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ."Peter open his mouth wildly and use his tongue to lick his owned cum. The smell of the cum make Peter more hungry. "May I sucking your cock ? please Sir ." "Are you hungry ? porky " "Yes Sir , please feeding your porky , please Sir ." Robert leash his dad to the batheroom. "Open mouth , porky ." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ." Peter straight back with openly mouth , Rober's warm piss coming into his dad's throat."Take a shower for clean up in 3 minutes , then dress blue tshirt with jeans and logger boots , I need go out for some good dinner tonight ." "Yes Sir. May I have collar and chastity for go to outside ? Sir ." "No collar but keep chastity on , I don't want you cum in the restaurant, porky." "Yes Sir , porky will not cum without your permission again , Sir." In a sleek Italian restaurant , Robert was enjoying his delicious food and Peter waiting for his son's left food. After Robert took a bite of bread then he spitting on bread and throw it into his dad's plate. "Swallow it without chew, porky ." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir." Peter put spitted bread in mouth and swallow it immediately. There's shrimp shell , duck skin , chicken bone , half meatball with marinara sauce , beans and green follow on. Peter swallow all foods and clean his plate by his mouth and tongue. There's some foods left on his beard , So Peter trying use paper clean his mouth but stop by Robert . "Don't clean your beard, porky , I like you in dirty state." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ." Peter reply with red face . Robert see some ice left in his drink cup so he order his dad put ice in jeans with chastiy. "I think you need cold down as your face turing red now , porky ." "Yes Sir , Thank You Sir ." Peter take a look around for make sure nobody notice him , then he unzipped his jean slowly and put ice in while zip pant as quickly as he can. The ice make steel cage in cold soon and make his tiny cock disappeared in the cage, there's stabbing pain from his crotch to his whole body. And the ice turning into water make his jean in wet like Peter piss himself as his childhood. Peter trying use paper dry his crotch but stop by Robert again. " proudly to service me, porky""Yes Sir, I am happy.to service, I just don't want other see a police cheif in wet pant, Sir" "I don't care your career, You're my pet , porky. Time for go now." " Yes Sir" Peter ask for the bill, the waiter come close and see Peter's wet crotch, "Would you like towl or dry paper , Sir ?" "No, I am fine."Peter in embarrassed with more red face, "Just give me the bill now." "Yes Sir. How would you like to pay it, Sir?" "Credit card, please." After Peter take the receipt from waiter he want go out restaurant immediately for avoided more people.notice his wet pants. Robert stop his dad's way to parker. "Let's walking on street in the beautiful night, porky." Peter have some hesitate, "May I allow dry my wet pants first, That's uncomfortable, Sir" "No, porky, I need you know you're not police cheif any more, you are just my pet for use, Never challenging my orders, only obey my words,Be proudly to show everybody That's your my pet. " "Yes Sir, porky understand now." Peter take down his hand which cover his wet crotch and straight back to walking in good taste. There's a tattoo shop got Robert's eyes, A lot of characters he didn't recognize. "What's kind text it is ? Let's check it ""Yes, Sir. I think that's Chinese" Peter recognize texts by his police experiences."Cool, That's perfect old text for old pet ." Robert step ininto shop and ask shopboy for how "pig" character looking like in Chinese. "I think you're too younger to have tattoos, boy."The shopboy looking at Robert. "Not for me, my dad will take the tattoos." the shopboy looking at the old man behind Robert. "So why you want tattoo pig on your body ? Anyway, That's not my business, where are you want to tattoo ?" Peter think fast to avoided the embarrassed. "Well, my son like pig, and I am pig in Chinese zodiac." "ah,I see. We can use more informal Chinese :豚. where's tattoos on ? " shopboy looking at Peter, but Peter looking to his son, "I like my dad have tattoo on his left chest close to his heart. " "Are you sure?" the shopboy looking back Peter, but Peter already take off his T-shirt,"Yes, I want the tattoo on my chest." After one and half hour, Peter have his first tattoo on his chest. All comments and potential slaves are welcome, Special for mature bear/military/cop. Email: [email protected] All Rights Reserved © 2023, Master Sean |
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From: Rowena Dubrovna <[email protected]>
Subject: Locker Room Slut Part 1
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Today's the first day of high school--to say I was nervous is an
understatement. I was a bit of a shy kid--middle school wasn't easy, and
high school wasn't going to be any easier. I remember the struggle at
lunch time--I had to try to figure out where I'd eat. Everyone grouped
up, even in middle school--jocks at one table, theater kids at another,
geeks at another, and so on. I found a table of misfits, but even they
didn't talk to me much. I wasn't offended by this, really, as I was a
bit of a loner.
My parents got me into swimming when I was younger--at first I didn't
want to join the swim team because I was too shy about the speedos, but
eventually I just gave in and joined the team. I was pretty average for
my age, but I did start puberty a little earlier than most. It
embarrassed me a little bit--you know, hair there, hair here, pimples on
my face. I became obsessed with measuring my penis, because during health
class they said it would get bigger. But it wasn't--I was an inch or two
taller, had some armpit hair, but my penis wasn't growing. I had
discovered the internet, and became obsessed with looking up penis, cock,
dick. Hell, I studied them--there was uncut, cut, some that would rest on
the left and some on the right. Mine kind of stuck into my body--like, if
it got hard, it would come out a little bit, but then it would tuck right
back in when limp. Like a little button of sorts. I didn't think much of
it until I realized how big the men I saw on the internet were.
On the swim team, though, I had some chances to look at the bulges of the
other guys on the team. Guys my age hadn't really gone into puberty yet,
but even they were bigger than me. Of course, most guys on my summer
league swim team just left in a towel, didn't go in the locker room
much--which meant I could only study what showed through the speedos. The
older guys, I could see some cock heads-- it was both a blessing and a
curse when my penis got hard... It sent tingles in my body, but even when
it was hard it did not show through my speedos. My older brother Matt,
who was 16, definitely had a big one--he would walk around in his boxers
around the house, and his cock head would poke out every now and then.
Man, I wanted to touch it--but I knew better.
Despite being a swimmer I was a slight pudgy, not too much. I had long
blonde hair--I loved my hair--it went down to my shoulders. I loved the
various things I could do with my hair- tie it back, put it in a bun,
that sort of thing. I guess I looked cute, but it didn't seem to attract
anyone--at least, I didn't think so. I think my quiet nature made me
seem a bit timid to other kids. Again, I didn't mind so much... I enjoyed
just looking. Oh, and I had a pretty big bouncy butt--it was annoying. My
brother would slap me on the butt every now and then and say something
like "Yo, bubble butt!"--he would crack up for what felt like hours. I
guess my butt was a trade off for my small dick, though I still felt hope
that it would grow a little bit.
So yeah, it was the first day of high school. I wouldn't know anyone,
really, since I was going to a different high school than my brother. It
had a better swimming team than the other local high school, so I opted
to go to it--what it meant, though, is that none of the people I knew
from middle school would be there. I didn't really care, it just meant
some of the eye candy I used to check out would not be there--we'd swim
against them from time to time, but that's all.
My nerves increased when I finally entered the building. It was crazy how
short I felt compared to all these high school kids--the girls, too. Of
course, I never really noticed the girls. I was definitely gay, but was
still in denial. I know, I know, even though I looked at dicks on the
internet for hours a day--even though the slightest bulge from a guy made
me hard--even though the smell of a man was intoxicating... I still denied
that I was gay. I don't know if it was to save face, or to appear
cool--but I denied it. That didn't stop me from ogling the guys as I
wandered the high school, though. Some of them had hair above their
lips--it was so masculine, and I loved it. My hair was more like peach
fuzz since I was blonde--but it was there (not above my lip, though). I
was 13, but my face probably looked more like I was 10, maybe? My blonde
hair and bright blue eyes, and slightly tan body made me look a little
girly--but I wasn't completely aware of that, not yet anyway.
I was fiddling with my locker, trying to figure out the combination--I
held out a piece of paper with the numbers on it, but it still wasn't
opening.
"Hey, dude. Need help?" A masculine voice spoke behind me, and I could
immediately smell him--it was a slightly musky smell, almost like he
hadn't showered in a day or two but it smelled so good. I looked over at
him, but had to look up- man, this guy was tall. He had short brown hair
with a fade, green eyes and looked Italian, maybe? Quite handsome. 5 foot
8, maybe--- I was 5 foot 4, so it felt like he towered over me. He was
wearing jeans, so no apparent bulge--darn it. After a few seconds he
pointed to my locker. "...With your locker?" He chuckled.
I must have been in a trance. I snapped out of it, shaking my head and
smiling towards the boy. "Hi, I'm Kyle. Err, my locker, yeah, I can't
get it open!" I giggled nervously while pushing my hair back behind my
ear. I held the paper out to him--for some reason, I trusted this guy.
He took the paper and looked down at it, working with the lock. After a
few seconds he got it open. "Hey, I'm Nick. I know who you are, I saw
you swim this past summer--I'm on the Oranges team. But here we are on
the same team, and coach asked me to be your mentor!" He patted my
shoulder and I just giggled nervously, which made me blush--I felt so
silly.
We stood there for a few seconds, I must have gone back into my trance. I
figured out what was going on--my penis was rock hard. No wonder I had a
hard time focusing. I was captivated by this guy, and couldn't stop
staring--and I wasn't even a half hour into the first day of high
school. Nick looked at me as if he was curious about something, like he
had realized something.
"Hm, like what you see, eh?" Nick laughed, winking at me. I was
completely thrown off by what he said--sure, I obsessed over men, but I
never really understood it. I blushed, stammered, and turned to grab my
math book.
"Um, it's time for math, I um, thank you--" I looked up at him, and he
had put his hand on my shoulder. He nodded to me--god, I was so hard.
"Meet me here after fourth period. Coach gave me your schedule, gave us
the same study hall time so meet me then--I can help you get settled here
at school, okay?" He smiled... I really admired his teeth. Perfect,
white, just amazing. I stopped for a second, though, fourth period? I got
my schedule out of my pocket, looking at what I had fourth period. I
noticed it said Social Studies, not study hall--
"That schedule is not updated, I'll make sure you have study hall
fourth period. Make sure you meet me here. Got it?" Nick's voice had a
certain firmness to it, which made me quiver a bit.
I nodded, putting my schedule back in my pocket. A bunch of other guys
came up to us--Nick's friends. One of them was pretty beefy, probably
250 pounds and 5'10--I loved a belly on a guy. It was funny, I loved six
packs as much as I loved bellies. It's all the same to me. The others
looked slim, like the way swimmers would be built.
"Hey guys, this is Kyle, newbie on our swim team. You were right,
Colton... you sure know how to spot `em." Nick looked to the guy called
Colton--the beefy 250 pound one.
"Yeah, told you! I always know how to spot `em!" He chortled, his huge
hand gripping my shoulder. "Hey Kyle, I'm Colton--despite my size, I'm
pretty good at freestyle--so when I'm not playing football I come
swim!" He looked at me up and down, studying over my body. I swear he
had turned me a little bit and looked at my behind. The other guys were
just laughing along.
The bell had rang. "Remember- fourth period, right here--" Nick looked
at me, expecting an answer.
"Yes, fourth period, right here." I nodded and went down the hall,
luckily I knew where the math class was already , having been in there
for orientation. I don't think I processed a word the teacher said--I
was too busy thinking about my encounter with Nick and Colton and the
other guys. My little penis was still rock hard--I didn't touch it,
because I loved how it felt--it made me tingle, it made me feel like I
was full of adrenaline and drive. It was exciting, even if I didn't
understand it yet.
The first three periods went by very slowly--I was ready to see Nick
again. The tall stud with the brown hair and amazing eyes. His friend
Colton made me all excited, too. I wanted to touch them, smell them. I
wondered what their dicks looked like. I felt so clumsy walking the halls
between periods--I could barely think straight. It was like my thoughts
were in hyperdrive--any nerves about school or not knowing anyone or not
knowing where to sit at lunch went right out the window, all I could
think about was the guys I was surrounded by. The thing about a high
school is that there are so many of them!
It was finally the end of third period. I heard the bell ring, and I ran
pretty fast to my locker. I figured out the code pretty fast this time--I
didn't want that to be a problem. As I was putting my math book away, I
felt a finger tapping my shoulder. I practically jumped out of my skin
when that happened--my goodness, I was practically trembling with
excitement. I took a breath, telling myself to calm down. Don't want to
look stupid in front of Nick. Dear god, what was going on with me? I
turned and faced Nick, smiling. I didn't know what was going to happen,
but I didn't care--being around him just felt right.
"Hey, got your schedule changed." He held out a new schedule, which I
grabbed and folded up hastily. I was too excited and too nervous to look
at some silly paper. I smiled in thanks as the hallway became less
crowded. I suddenly realized we had been standing there for a good bit,
and were probably late for study hall.
"Come on, this way to the gym. We're going to the locker room, Coach
said we could talk there." He turned and walked towards the locker rooms
without saying another word. I couldn't even get a word in, he turned so
quickly. I adjusted myself so my nub wouldn't constantly rub near my
zipper area, and followed Nick.
It took a few minutes to get to the locker rooms of the swimming area--I
realized he was going to the pool that was in a separate building, not
the gym locker room. When we got there, I spotted the Coach in his office
at the front, next to the locker room--he smiled and waved, gesturing to
Nick that we could go in the locker room. Nick nodded to the Coach, who
barely even took a glimpse at me. I know I was young and new, but I was a
good swimmer--you'd think he'd at least give me a wave.
We entered the locker room area, where Nick sat down at a bench area. I
could smell the testosterone in the room--that smell you'd expect from
twenty sweaty boys who had been working out. It was mixed in with
chlorine, a familiar smell. I didn't really go into the locker room
during summer league so it was one of the first times I really got to
take in that smell. Man, it felt like I was intoxicated, it was
overwhelming. Drunk on teen sweat and hard work. Crazy. I looked around
the place--it wasn't -that- special. Bathrooms on the left, the showers
next to them. Three rows of lockers, with one bench in each row. Nick was
sitting in the first row, and looked up at me.
"Hey dude, so what do you like to do for fun?" Nick spoke in his deep
voice--even though he was just sixteen, he sounded like he was thirty. I
stood there, staring at Nick's beauty. I obviously stood there for too
long because Nick snapped his fingers at me. I started to stutter, but
Nick just shook his head.
"Dang, when Colton said you were a faggot I didn't believe him at
first, but now I know. I've known you what, ten minutes and I already
know? That's crazy." Nick chuckled to himself, clearly processing
everything himself.
I suddenly wanted to run. That was a slur, and I knew it was a slur. My
brother said it once, and my mom punished him for two weeks! I looked at
the guy I admired so much, even though I only knew him for a short time,
and stuttered again. "I.. I'm not a f..fa..." I couldn't even say the
word.
Nick moved down the bench a little, and patted the space next to him.
"Come here, sit next to me. It's okay." I was so confused--what was
going on? Why did he call me that? What did he really mean by that? He
sounded so nice asking me to sit down, and I was clearly in a trance
still because I sat down next to him. He took his arm and put it around
my shoulder, rubbing me in the process. My hair had gotten in the way,
and he, with every care in the world, moved it out of my eyes. Out of
instinct I moaned when he did that and it sent shivers down my body. I
could hear him chuckle, and all the worries I had about him calling me
-that- name went flying out the door.
Nick took my hand and put it up his shirt. My eyes met his--his were
serious, and mine must have been glazed over, like I was in heaven. Like
a baby eyeing candy or a cat eyeing some delicious fish. He removed his
hand from my shoulder and took his shirt off while my hand was still
rubbing up and down his chest. He had a happy trail by his belly
button--I didn't have one of those. He was very lean--no six pack, just
lean like a swimmer's body--and his nipples were nickle sized and
gorgeous. I was in heaven, truly.
"I'm no faggot, so I don't see what you see, but Coach said if we
found a faggot we could use him on the team. How lucky for him that
there's a faggot already on the team, you know?" Before I could ask him
what he meant by that word, he continued. "Coach says that real men have
needs, and faggots can meet those needs. Chicks, you have to ask them on
a date, give them flowers, talk to them, and even when you go through all
that trouble so many chicks won't touch your dick, man. It's stupid."
He chuckled "But from what I can see, you're a faggot, you want to
serve men, right?"
"I--I'm not a faggot, I--" I finally managed to say the word, but Nick
just laughed loudly.
"Yeah, says you, the one rubbing my chest.." He laughed, "It's okay,
don't worry. We accept you for who you are. We just need our needs met,
and really, if you think about it, I'm doing you a favor--I'm allowing
you to be who you are while I can be who I am."
My hand was indeed still on his chest, now feeling his nipples. "Who I
am?" I was still processing everything.
Nick sighed, then removed my hand and stood up. When he stood up, his
crotch was right in my face. He was wearing jeans, so it was pretty well
covered--but it being right in my face nearly made me fall right off the
bench. I looked at it for a second, then looked up at him, trying to
figure out what he was doing...
"You want the dick, don't you? Don't lie to me. Your bro told me how
you stare at him all the time, and then that dude on your summer league
said you were always perving and staring at his dick." I stammered, but
he continued--"Yeah, they knew. It's too bad they didn't do anything
about it. It's okay. I'm here. That's why Coach picked me to be your
mentor."
"I--I don't want anyone to know--I don't--I'm not--" Out of
instinct, out of bravery, I suppose, I reached out for his dick. I was
dying to know what it looked like.
Nick quickly slapped my hand out of the way. "They already know, fag. Do
you not get that? Anyway, tell me what you are, and you can have it." I
struggled to get words out, and he repeated himself--"Tell me what you
are!" He spoke loudly and stern.
"I'm a faggot!" I blurted, unable to control myself. I caught myself,
surprised at what I just did. What in the world? What was I doing? This
was stupid, I can't start off high school like this. I considered myself
smart. Regardless, I said it even louder this time- "I'm a faggot!" I
whimpered, which made Nick chuckle.
He backed up from me a bit, which made me feel crestfallen. "Take all of
your clothes off. Let me take a look." I was now under HIS spell--there
was not stopping me, I was going to what he told me to do, nothing would
stop me. I just had to have that dick. No, I NEEDED it. My mouth
watered--I felt empty, I needed it now. I quickly took off my clothes,
leaving my underwear on.
Nick shook his head at me and gestured for me to take them off. I looked
at him, confused, because he said he wasn't a faggot, why would he want
to see my penis? It hadn't occurred to me that he wanted to see my ass,
not my penis. I took them off, which immediately caused Nick to start
laughing with glee. He practically fell over on a locker when he saw me,
which made me blush and cover up my penis.
"No, no covering that thing!" Like I said, any order out of his mouth,
I'd follow. So I dropped my hands, blushing a crimson red. "Yeah, okay.
You know, there's fags out there that have decent size dicks, and it can
be distracting because who wants to look at that right? But you... ha." I
looked down at myself--it was rock hard, but only stuck out about an
inch. "I can see the pubes, but you have no dick? Man, it's almost like
it's God's way of saying, yeah, you were born to be a faggot. Wow, I
never met one before."
I suddenly felt proud of myself, even though there's no logic behind
that. Nick reached out and brushed my hair lightly, putting it behind my
ear. "And you have the hair of a girl... it's crazy. You have a nub,
hair of a girl.." He took my shoulder and made me turn around--he
didn't have to ask, it was obvious what he was directing me to do. I
felt his hands grasp my ass, jiggling it up and down. "Damn! Damn." He
spread them a bit, "Clean, too."
I shivered--his touch alone made me crave more. My hole suddenly felt
empty. Now, that's a feeling I had felt before but never really
explored. All I knew is that I felt empty. He turned me around, and
crossed his arms as he studied me once over again.
"Damn. A born faggot. How lucky are you that I am a real man, and can
use you as you were born to be used?"
I hesitated, then started to cry. It was weird, this wasn't sad
tears--they were happy tears. Here I was, naked from head to toe and
standing in front of an Adonis, who was fully clothed. Here I was, with a
nub for a penis and a fat ass. He liked my hair, too--how lucky was I
that I was in front of this guy? It sounds stupid, but I had never felt
this sort of happiness before.
Nick clearly understood me. Finally, someone who understood me. He
grabbed me and gave me a great big bear hug--his arms reached all the way
around, pulling me in as strong as he could. Suddenly, all the
inhibitions I felt were gone--all the stress, all the worry, all the
nerves. My body felt relieved--the right place, the right time. I didn't
understand it, but I just lost myself in his arms.
He hugged me for a few minutes without a word. Occasionally he'd rub my
hair, and once he jiggled my ass. The best part was, I could feel his
rock hard boner through his jeans. It pressed against my nub, which was a
strange but erotic feeling. It was like he was asserting himself on me,
showing me that he truly was a man and I was a faggot. I could tell that
it was big.
"Look. I want to make sure you understand that we accept you for who you
are. You are a team member, so we have your back. Be grateful that we
know your place. But you know that means you have to do what we say,
right?" Nick held onto my arms at length, so we were looking at each
other eye to eye. I nodded back to him, smiling. He looked at my eyes
again, then nodded. "Okay. Don't think we are being mean or anything..
don't look at it that way. Just see it as us being men and us putting
you in your place."
I was truly out of it. I just nodded, he could tell me something in a
foreign language and I'd still just nod absent mindedly. I understood,
though. I truly did.
"Can I see your dick, please?" I looked up at him, having said that in
almost a whiny voice.
He chuckled, "Say it one more time. What are you?"
I looked up at him, this time with pride. "I am your faggot!"
Nick nodded, "Yes, there we go. Perfect." He pushed me down onto the
bench, and pulled his jeans down. His dick popped out--seven inches,
thick, with a bush and a cute vein. His balls were big, too. He was
hard--rock hard--and I wanted to touch it, so bad.
He took my head and gently pushed it towards his dick. I didn't resist,
and soon my lips were on his cock head. Almost as if I was a natural--all
I knew is what I saw on the internet, so I must have been a natural--my
first time, after all... I tried to take as much as I could down. I
started slowly, embracing his head. I started to put my hand on his dick,
but he pushed it away. Instead, he pushed my head further down on his
dick.
I gagged a little bit, but managed as well as I could. I was so
proud--and my desires finally felt like they were being fulfilled.
Finally! My tongue felt so good on his dick. I saw his balls bounce a
bit, and I just devoured that dick as if there was nothing else that
mattered in the world. Honestly, from that point on, nothing else
mattered. Just dick. I knew that I loved dick from studying it for so
long, but who knew it would be THIS good?
I felt him tense up a bit, but that made him push my head down a little
more. Suddenly, what felt like five bursts of warm, salty cum went down
my throat. Man, it was so tasty. I loved it.
Nick pulled me off and pulled up his pants rather quickly. "The
period's almost over, I better get going. Good job, faggot." He patted
me on the head, "Welcome to the team. Oh, by the way, make sure you
shave off all that hair on your body. Faggots are hairless, okay?" He
started to walk towards the exit of the locker room.
I just sat there, naked, and shivered. I had experienced a dry cum--I
hadn't quite matured enough to actually shoot semen. I just experienced
the biggest moment of my life--and I felt like I was in heaven.
Nick paused as he exited--"You did good." He left, and I sat there and
started laughing to myself. I could hear Nick talking to the coach out in
the hall--he told the Coach that he told me about shaving myself, but
didn't give any more instructions. I could hear the Coach's
affirmations as I heard the bell ring--shoot, I better get going.
I took a few more seconds to embrace the moment, and then got my clothes
on. I raced out the locker room, when I saw the Coach smirking by the
door. "Hey, practice starts at 4, but be here by 3:30, you got it?"
"Yes Coach!" I wondered if he knew what happened. I needed to get to
class, though. I doubt any learning would happen--all I could think about
was how I was suddenly a faggot. Or, maybe not suddenly--I was always
this way, wasn't I? I mean, dick practically puts me in a trance.
Yeah, I'm a faggot. I couldn't wait to see what would be next.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/no-crime-just-punishment | Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2024 11:38:38 +0100 From: Deinour Subject: No Crime, Just Punishment Remember to donate to Nifty and keep this service going! Whack... I yelped. The paddle stung like hell across my bare arse. Jake and Carl both laughed. Then came another crack, this time not on a body part of mine, but on Carl. Jake had whacked him one just to snap him back into the power paradigm of the situation. Carl was no more in charge of this than me. At 35, 8years my junior, Carl was a sub here too. Jake was in control. Jake, the 19 year old twink -- slim, but shredded, immaculately smooth and incredibly cute. He was the dom and the prize me and Carl were competing for. Carl is a boxing coach. He and I met in `009. We were both pretty fit back then. At 28, I was still in good shape though not as good as Carl. I had been his sub daddy. We had had great sport. He dominated and humiliated me with his superior young bod. He had had me crawling around on all fours begging for a whiff of his 20year old boyhole like a dog, But that was 15 (swiftly passing!) years ago. Now both he and I are the daddy types. And we both enjoy having beautiful young lads put us through the ordeal of submitting to them, even humiliating each other for the privilege. That's why we were in this situation with Jake. Jake, we both lusted after having met him at the club. He wasn't interested at first in two middle aged dudes who wanted a piece of his ass. Can't say I blame him. There are plenty of guys who do fancy older men. And there are plenty of sexy older men. But neither Carl. nor me, nor Jake is that type of guy. Jake is so hot he could have had any young jock or twink on the scene. But he came around to the idea of really having a bit of fun with us as our dom. Well, after a few rounds of drinks that is. We all went to the dingier of the city's gay saunas after the club. Jake had brought some of his young mates along for the spectacle. I like this sauna because the staff really don't care what goes on and you can pretty much get away with anything. Upstairs there is a kind of BDSM romp room, equipped with all the good stuff. So having stripped off we had headed up. Both Carl and I we well hard at the sight of these fit young lads surrounding us. Then Jake took charge- "alright. First, let's get a good look at you both. Drop your towels and show us what you got. Hands behind your head and turn" So, me and Carl obeyed. We stood their in front of these fit boys in all our dad-bod glory; saggy bellies, hairy butts, well used dongs, standing to attention. The boys giggled and mocked us as we turned around like a pair of pink, sweaty kebabs. "whoah! Look at you (he indicated me). That's a fine power tool you got there daddy!" I grinned with pride. My dong is indeed bigger than Carl's , though his younger ass is perter. "Right. So now, for the challenge. You two are gonna take turns sitting on each others' faces. We know that's what you really wanna do with our young arses, but how long can you stomach each others? The one who stays under longest wins and gets the first taste of this hot young asshole and cock. Oh, and the loser gets a good paddling with this!" he held up the black plastic toy. Everyone laughed. I was first under. Taking a whiff of poppers first, I lay on the floor a prepared to receive Carl's 35 year old manhole and buns on my face. Now, as I say, Carl had been super hot when I met him first when he was 20. Back then, I craved his hot, tight young hole. Drove me wild just thinking about it. Just like the older dudes used to slaver over my ass when I was that age. But now that he's 35, it's not first on my menu of choice. Still, I don't mind given it a tonguing on occasion if there's nothing else on offer, and he feels the same about mine. So, Carl squatted down on my face, to the delight of our twink audience. They howled with laughter at seeing these two daddies going for it with each other. I began rimming my old fuck buddy. I thought I was doing well enough. Then, one of the boys jumped down off the leather sofa and with a foot began wobbling my (not terribly extensive) beer belly. Suddenly I felt ashamed. I had been a slim pretty boy once, as cute as any one of these dudes. But now, I was having my older body mocked. It was humiliating. I coughed and spluttered. Carl got off my face. Fuck! I hadn't lasted that long! So, it was Carl's turn now. He lay back, and I lowered my arse onto his face. Back in the early `00s most guys would have given their eye teeth to get some of my ass. But those days are sadly over. Still, I was hoping Carl wouldn't be able to stick it too long if I really pushed down hard. However, Carl is made of tough stuff. A boxing coach, though slightly out of shape. He stuck it sufficiently longer for him to win. Jake and his mates clapped as they welcomed Carl to his feet again. I was to remain on the floor. I was told to get onto my hands and knees and present my defeated arse to Carl and the boys for punishment. I snuck another whiff of poppers in before submitting to the shaming. Meanwhile Carl got his lips around Jakes beautiful young twink dong. He began jacking himself. I was to be denied this pleasure until I had been sufficiently punished for losing the contest. 15 whacks? Oh fuck. But what could I do? I was aching for a piece of fit young boy-meat! Ok. Here goes.... One, whack! Awwhhh!! Two, whack! Awwwwhhhh fuck!!!! Three, whack... etc, etc. Finally my now tomato red arse was allowed off the floor. I chowed down on Jake's hot sweaty 19year old schlong and succulent young asshole. We all jacked together now and came like a Parisian fountain on each other and the floor of this crumby dive. Replies and comments welcome at the above email address |
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"A Top's Transformation -- Chapter 6 "
by Ryan Rizzler
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After the wild threesome with Dan, my hookups with Mark were really different. The intensity level went up and I was more dominant with him, now that I knew I could be. And Mark seemed to enjoy being fucked even more, if that was possible.
Now my being more in control and pounding him harder seemed to make him that much happier, after he had admitted he liked me dominating him. Sometimes I manhandled him a little, and a couple of times, after fucking him hard, I gave him a facial. I love doing that to a guy after I've dominated him. And I admit that knowing that he didn't really want one made me want to do it even more. Just asserting my dominance.
As for Dan, well, no one ever gave a blow job like he did. So we still hooked up pretty frequently, too. He went back to being his usual shy self, so everything appeared to be back like before. He didn't bring up what had happened earlier. However, sometimes while sucking my cock, he would play with my hole and tease it with his finger. He knew it would get me off that much more intensely. He never went any farther, and to be honest sometimes I was a little disappointed that he didn't. But I sure wasn't going to tell him that.
Then one afternoon late in the spring semester, Dan left me a voice message while I was in class.
"Hey, Splash Bash Weekend is coming up. Mark and I were thinking the three of us could do a road trip together!"
Let me explain: About a four hour drive from the town our school was in was a metropolitan city, with a much bigger university. Just before the Spring semester ends, every year there is a big weekend party at a lake there. Guys come from all over for it, to party and go wild. Hundreds of guys. The clubs are packed, and there are hot guys everywhere at both the lake and in the bars.
After listening to Dan's message, I mulled over his road trip idea.
He did seem to be over his earlier obsession with my ass, so he probably didn't have any ulterior motives there. And he probably hadn't told Mark anything either, knowing I would pulverize him if he did. So I figured I was in the clear there too.
It had been a while since our three way. If another one ensued, maybe Dan would finally offer his ass up. If not, I knew Mark would be up for a royal fucking. In the unlikely event that things went South with both of them, there still would be a plethora of other horny guys around to hook up with, instead.
I called Dan back and the trip was set. Mark would book us room.
When I hung up the phone I was already jazzed with anticipation. This was going to be epic!
For me, Splash Bash Weekend already held great memories!
The year before, I had gone by myself. The very first night, I met these two hot frat guys at a dance club. They were standing together by the bar, giving me the eye and grinning and whispering back and forth to each other. So over I went.
Jeff and Blake were both all smiles and cute as hell. Well, Jeff was cute. Blake was just drop dead handsome! With that face, he could easily have modeled, and he had the kind of beautiful full lips that looked like they were designed to suck cock.
After we talked a bit, I just asked them point blank if they were lovers.
They laughed, and Blake quickly answered "No, just good friends."
Could have fooled me, the way they were acting.
As the three of us continued drinking and talking, I kind of sized them both up:
Blake was the "Good Boy" type: Preppy, a little reserved and aloof. He had that slight air about him that came from knowing how good looking he was. Just the type I love to take control of and take down a notch or two. He tried to play it cool with me, but I caught him stealing glances.
Jeff, on the other hand, came off as a "Good Boy who wants to be bad" type! He was more outgoing and definitely the instigator of the two. He also appeared to be pretty horny and ready to go. I think if I had whipped out my cock right there in the bar, he would have jumped on it without a thought.
I could also tell that Jeff was real attracted to Blake, though he did his best to hide it. I've seen that kind of unrequited "best friend" situation enough to be able to spot it.
As the evening wore on and more drinks were consumed, Jeff got even hornier. He was ready to go! Finally, he just abruptly invited me back to their room.
Judging by the look that Blake shot him, they apparently hadn't even discussed that possibility yet.
It almost made me laugh. But I figured even if Blake was too reserved to join in on anything, Jeff was so hot for my cock that he and I would still have a hell of a time. And it was likely that Blake would get turned on watching us and end up wanting to join in as well. That's a reliable trick I've used successfully on reluctant guys before.
I followed them back to their hotel in my car. When we got in their room, we'd only been standing there talking for a minute, when Jeff just suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me. Unzipping my pants and shoving both them and my underwear down a bit, he started sucking my cock right away. This kid wasn't wasting any time!
It took me by surprise, but I played along. As he moaned and sucked, I just looked down and told him what a good job he was doing.
Blake had been standing next to Jeff and just stood there a little stunned, as his slutty friend slurped and sucked away.
While Blake was a little embarrassed for his friend, he couldn't stop staring at Jeff's mouth as it sucked my cock. I could tell Blake was getting turned on seeing it. A good sign for me.
After sucking me for a few moments, Jeff reached over and grabbed a handful of Blake's designer shirt. Without ever taking his mouth off my cock, Jeff began pulling downward on Blake's shirt, to get Blake to join him on the floor.
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Blake protested, looking back and forth at both me and at Jeff. Jeff never responded, he just kept pulling down on Blake's shirt as his mouth kept working on me. Blake was now bending at the knees a little bit, to keep his shirt from getting ripped. When he felt me put my hand on his shoulder and press down, he looked up at me. With such an innocent look on his handsome face, I almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
But the thought of those those big beautiful lips on my cock overrode my sympathy for his dilemma.
I looked him in the eye."Stop pretending man," I said arrogantly, adding "You know you've been wanting it all night."
Blake didn't try to deny it. He didn't say anything. But it was hot as hell to see that look on his face, when he realized he hadn't been as discreet as he'd thought.
Meanwhile, Jeff and I were now sort of acting as co-conspirators, both continuing to apply downward pressure.
Desire finally won out, and Blake dropped to his knees. The look on his face was a mixture of apprehension and lust, both trying to defeat each other. The big jock he had lusted after all night was now in front of him, with his cock out. Blake wanted it but didn't want to come off as slutty. It was so hot seeing him torn between desire and apprehension.
Even after Blake was on his knees, Jeff still held onto Blake's shirt, preventing Blake from getting up if he changed his mind.
I knew the longer Blake watched, the more likely he would join in. But I decided to help things along a little. I inched in slightly closer to Blake, knowing Jeff's head would easily turn, guided by his slutty mouth on my cock. Though Jeff was still sucking me, my cock was now real close to Blake's face.
When I caught Blake licking those big full lips, I knew he was ready. I placed my hand on the back of his neck.
Jeff saw me do it and took that as his cue. His mouth immediately came off my cock as his hand, still wrapped around the shaft, pointed my cock at Blake's mouth. Hell, Jeff wanted Blake to suck me almost as much as I did!
I pushed my pelvis a little more toward Blake's face and applied a little pressure to the back of his neck with my hand.
As the head pressed against those big beautiful lips, I paused to take in the sight of them on my cock. When his lips opened, I gently pushed into that beautiful mouth and that handsome face.
As if having second thoughts, Blake started to pull back a little.
Before I could even apply more pressure to the back of Blake's neck, Jeff's hand came up to join mine on the back of Blake's neck. He wasn't about to let his reluctant buddy back out now!
Blake relented, opened his mouth a little more and I pushed in a little farther.
Those big lips around my cock were a sight to behold.
Jeff leaned toward Blake and in a reassuring voice, almost whispered "It's okay. You want it. Go for it." Then he kissed Blake on the cheek. It was clear that Jeff had a major crush on his handsome friend.
Blake's only response was that unmistakable happy moan of a cocksucker when he has a cock in his mouth.
I paused, waiting for a sign that it was okay to push in more. I soon got it.
As soon as I stopped pushing in, Blake leaned forward a little, clearly trying to cram more of my cock in his mouth. When he'd succeeded, he moaned again slightly.
That was all the sign I needed. I pushed in even more, and Blake began actively sucking my cock.
"Yeah! Suck him, Blake!" Jeff enthused, excited to see his buddy going for it. And the more Blake did, the more worked up he was getting. Any apprehension he'd had earlier was quickly dissolving. He'd totally surrendered to desire.
While Blake was getting lost in worshiping my cock, Jeff hastily peeled off all of his clothes. Man, this guy was ready for anything!
I pulled off my shirt as I let my jeans and underwear drop to the floor. Then, as I lifted each leg one at a time, Jeff removed my shoes and jeans from each leg. The way he did it, I could tell Jef was totally in "worship the big jock" mode. I've been the recipient of that many times before, and know just how to play it to my advantage.
Apparently, seeing me fully naked really got Blake going. He reached up and start squeezing my pecs and arms as he sucked with more and more abandon. My hunch about him had been right. He was a naturally gifted cocksucker.
Sometimes he'd impale his skull as far and as deep as he could and stay like that until he'd almost pass out from lack of air. Other times he'd use his hand to assist his mouth by stroking the shaft as he sucked me. But one trick he sometimes did was almost too much: He'd stretch the skin of the shaft tightly down to the base and then flick the tip of his tongue lightly back and forth across the sensitive "V" on the underside of the head. That's a trick talented cocksuckers do when they especially want to please a guy. When it's done just right, it drives a guy nuts. And Blake did it perfectly.
I hadn't wanted to say anything too dominating yet and risk scaring these boys. But when Blake did that, I couldn't help but moan "FUCK! You're a SLUTTY little cocksucker, aren't you?"
Blake was so lost in cock worship that he didn't even flinch when I said that. When Jeff unbuttoned and removed Blake's (now wrinkled) shirt, Blake didn't even seem to notice. He just continued to suck away.
After a few minutes, Jeff wanted his turn at my cock again, literally pulling it from Blake's mouth and devouring it again. Earlier, Jeff had prevented Blake from getting up by hanging onto his shirt. But this time Blake only stood up long enough to take the rest of his clothes off before eagerly re-joining Jeff on his knees in front of me.
They went back and forth for several minutes, taking turns sucking. Each time it was their turn, I put my hand on the back of their neck, pulling them toward me and forcing just little a little more down their throat than they had swallowed the time before. I wanted them to get used to me pushing their limits.
Seeing Blake's handsome face with those lips around my cock as he looked up and rubbed my abs and pecs was the best!
Sometimes they would both make out with my cock between both their mouths, both sucking on my cock head as they kissed. For two guys who were only friends, they sure made out a lot!
At one point while Blake was taking his turn, Jeff went over and retrieved some lube and a condom from one of the bed stands. As he walked back over to us, his sheepish grin told me he was a little embarrassed at how blatantly he wanted a cock in his ass. But he quickly got over that! He started rubbing and teasing his own ass, as he got back down next to Blake.
A few minutes later, I pulled my cock out of Blake's mouth and drove it into Jeff's. When I did, Jeff started fingering himself while deep throating me! This guy knew what he wanted, and he needed it bad!
I let him go like that for a bit, sucking and moaning and getting more and more into fingering his ass. It was hot as fuck watching him work himself into such a frenzy.
When I could tell Jeff was ready, I knew it was time for me to take control of this little three-way. I wasn't verbal or anything at first, as I didn't want to scare these guys too much. I just assumed control of the situation physically.
Pulling out of Jeff's mouth, I pulled him to his feet, knowing that being manhandled a little bit was part of what he wanted from a big guy like me.
I led him by his dick over to the bed. When you lead a guy by his dick like that it's a great subtle way of saying you're in control of the situation. I turned him around and then pushed him back onto the bed. It was so hot to see the look of pure wanton lust on Jeff's face as he looked up at me.
After lifting his legs up onto my shoulders, I held out my hand, and he handed me the condom.
I wasn't showing Blake any attention at all now. And that was intentional.
I figured that being so good-looking, Blake was probably used to being the one who got all the attention. So by showing Jeff all my attention and ignoring Blake, I figured that maybe it would also help motivate Blake into re-joining us.
It worked.
While I was rolling the condom onto my cock, Blake came over and laid down next to Jeff on Jeff's left side. After giving Jeff a short kiss, Blake just lay there next to Jeff and slowly stroked himself as he watched me put on the condom. He still wasn't fully participating on his own yet, so I continued to pretend he wasn't even there.
I put the head of my cock to Jeff's hole and then paused. I did it on purpose, knowing Jeff would look up at me, to see why I had stopped. Right on cue, he did it.
I wanted him looking at me as I went in. As a top, there's nothing hotter than seeing that look on a bottom's face at you enter him. It's a mixture of overwhelming lust, a slight wince of pain and then finally that look of extreme pleasure and surrender.
As I slowly entered Jeff's hole, he moaned blissfully but kept staring into my eyes. His hole was so tight and felt so good on my cock that I really wanted to just drive it in balls deep. But I wanted him to enjoy this, so I knew I couldn't do that...at least not at first. After giving him a moment to relax a bit, I slowly started easing in and out of his tight little butt.
I love it when a bottom momentarily loses it and inadvertently says stuff as he starts to really get into getting fucked. So it was music to my ears as Jeff moaned almost to himself."Aaaaaah Fuuuuck, I needed this soooo bad!"
Hearing that, I increased a little in both thrust and speed.
"Yeah, that's it! Fuck my ass!" Jeff enthused, signaling that he was fine with my increase in thrust and depth. As tight as he'd initially been, I was surprised that he relaxed so quickly. But seeing him get more and more into it, I turned things up a little more.
Finally Blake started participating a little, by leaning in and making out with Jeff while working Jeff's left nipple with his hand. Blake wasn't really having sex with us yet, but it was a start.
Jeff was quickly slutting out as we started to get into a good rhythm. After a few more minutes, I turned things up a little more and really started letting Jeff have it. Every time my balls slapped against his ass, he would moan into Blake's mouth.
The lube was laying within reach on the bed. While Blake was engrossed in making out with Jeff, I lubed up a couple of my fingers. Then while I continued to drill Jeff, I pushed my hand between Blake's legs and began rubbing around his rosebud.
Blake reached down and halfheartedly tried to pull my hand away, while he continued to kiss Jeff.
My hand wasn't going anywhere. I just continued to lightly rub his crack.
I knew that as they made out, Blake could feel the force of my thrusts into Jeff. Every slam rocked them both back and forth. I was counting on that motion, combined with Blake's imagination (and my teasing his hole) to get him wanting my cock in his ass too.
I've used that trick numerous times to get supposed top guys to give up their ass, after watching (and feeling) me fuck the shit out of their boyfriend!
And once again, it worked. After a few moments Blake let go of my hand and went back to working on Jeff 's nipple with his hand.
At one point while still driving my cock into Jeff, I reached over to get more lube for my fingers. To my surprise, Blake immediately reached around and started playing with his own ass, not wanting it to stop feeling so good!
Then when I lubed up his ass some more Blake didn't even hesitate to slide one of his own fingers in, to get himself started.
Mission accomplished! He might have intended to just finger himself while Jeff and I fucked. But whether he knew it yet or not, Blake had just surrendered that tight little hole to my cock.
What a sight to look down and see: As I fucked one hot frat boy, an even hotter one was fingering himself in anticipation.
Jeff must have realized what Blake was doing. He broke their kiss, looked up at me with an evil grin and announced, "I want to see you fuck Blake!" Then he looked at Blake for a response.
While I saw a slight look of fear in Blake's eyes, I also saw that unmistakable look of desire too. Yeah, his hole was hungry now and he wanted it. He didn't voice any objections, and just leaned back, pulled Jeff to him and resumed kissing him.
I've played with many guys like this before. Blake wanted it but wasn't ready to admit it out loud. So he was going to just passively let me proceed.
I pulled out of Jeff and rolled Blake onto his back a bit more, as Jeff turned more on his side so they could resume kissing.
Though I really wanted Blake to look me in the eyes when I went in, I figured he needed to be kissing Jeff to distract him from any initial pain he might feel.
I slowly began to push into Blake's tight little hole. Fuck! The kid was even tighter than Jeff had originally been!
Now it was Blake 's turn to moan into Jeff's mouth as they kissed. And he did so a lot more loudly than Jeff had, as I slowly continued inching into him.
Once I was all the way in, I paused to let Blake adjust. I saw no sign of resistance. To be honest, it wouldn't have mattered much, anyway. I was in, so I was pretty much going to fuck this gorgeous guy's ass, regardless.
Still, I wanted Blake to enjoy it and didn't want to hurt him. So as I slowly started easing my cock in and out, I was glad when Blake pulled his mouth off of Jeff's, just long enough to barely sigh, "Oh Yeah...Fuck me."
They resumed kissing and I slowly increased my speed and penetration. So as to not neglect Jeff, I began to finger him as I got more and more into giving Blake a real fucking.
Jeff was really getting off on watching his best friend taking my cock up his ass.
"Yeah, he LOVES it! Fuck him!" he gleefully encouraged me.
Blake was letting go more now. His moans let me know he was loving it, so I turned the dial up a little and fucked him a little harder. After a moment, he was moaning again.
Now I owned both of their holes and was a little drunk on the power I had over them.
I started just going back and forth at will, as they slowly became more and more willing. Every time it was their turn, I'd fuck them a little harder and deeper than the previous time.
I eventually got Jeff where I could pull it all the way out, then slam it balls deep, and pull it all the way back out again, over and over. He took it like a champ and just moaned like he was in heaven.
Finally, Jeff, just couldn't hold out any longer. Sensing he was about to unload, I went into overdrive. Jeff's moan was muffled by Blake's kiss, as Jeff shot a nice load all over his abs.
As soon as Jeff finished shooting, I selfishly abandoned his battered hole without hesitation. I pulled out, and knowing I had Blake's hole really relaxed at this point, I put the tip of the head to his opening and slowly slid all the way into him until my balls were pressed against his smooth ass.
His moan told me he loved it.
I slowly pulled out and did it again. Again, he moaned happily.
Dominating this hot guy's body and watching that handsome face in ecstasy got me just that much more turned on. So I turned it up another notch and started really drilling him. I was determined to give him a fucking he would remember the rest of his life!
Sure enough, after just a few minutes of having his butt slammed at full bore, Blake's body tightened up, signaling he was about to cum.
Seeing it, Jeff moved down and started licking the head of Blake's cock as Blake, stroking himself, started to blow his load.
Like a trooper, Jeff kept licking his buddy's cock head, as most of Blake's load landed on Jeff's lips and face.
Between seeing Jeff do that, having dominated Blake's mouth and butt, and then feeling his tight little hole contract around my cock as he shot, it was too much for me. But Blake's beautiful lips and handsome face were beckoning me. I needed to mark them. I didn't know if Blake was actually okay with getting a facial. But a face like his was made to take a facial. I pulled out and lowered his legs as I yanked off the condom. Then I quickly scooted forward, straddling his chest.
Realizing what I was about to do, Blake turned his head.
I started to reach down with my free hand to turn Blake's face back toward me. But Jeff beat me to it, turning his buddy's face for me! Hell, Jeff wanted me decorate Blake's face as much as I did!
I think the fact that it was Jeff's hand doing it (instead of mine) was part of why Blake relented and went along with it.
"Fuck Yeah!" Jeff said enthusiastically, as my first shot hit Bake's beautiful lips, followed by several more.
The second I finished shooting, Jeff leaned in and kissed Blake again. To my surprise, Blake went for it too. They kissed passionately, either oblivious that their faces were covered in cum or relishing in it together.
Those two guys might not have been lovers, but they definitely had feelings for each other.
It was not only a really hot 3-way, it was was hot watching both of them "blossom" a bit sexually. And I wonder if things developed further between them after that.
**
But that had been the previous year. This year it would be myself, Dan and Mark, doing a wild weekend road trip together to Splash Bash.
What lay ahead was not only some of the wildest hottest sex I've ever had, it was also life changing.
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https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/himbo-slut-for-coach | Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2024 19:57:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Diego de Anda Subject: Himbo Slut for Coach This story contains sexual situations between two males. If material of This nature offends you then you should not read this story. If you are under 18 years of age you are probably not legally allowed to read this Story. This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely Coincidental. The author claims all copyrights in this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed (except by the web sites to which it has been posted) without the consent of the author. Remember that Nifty is a free site that relies on donations to keep it running. Make a donation today at Nifty Stories Archive Donation https://donate.nifty.org/ Once Devin completed his last final, he rushed home to surprise Coach. It had also meant lying to his parents about his spring break plans but he doubted they would run into each other. Devin let himself into Coach's place with the key he had earned and made his way over to Coach's play space. Devin stripped down to Coach's preferred uniform for Devin: thong, chastity cage, nipple clamps and a plug. Devin hopped onto the sling and patiently waited for Coach's arrival. Devin had timed my arrival perfectly so that he only had minutes to spare before he arrived. As he awaited his arrival Devin couldn't help but remember how wanting to get a passing grade in Phys Ed had led him on a path to become a himbo, cock hungry cum slut for Coach. See Devin wasn't always muscular jock with well defined pecs, bouncy bubble butt, huge arms, a locked nub, and practically plugged 24/7. Once upon a time Devin was a scrawny nerd who had to beg Coach to pass him. In return he was prepared to do anything to pass Phys Ed and graduate. Devin was the only senior taking P.E with mostly sophomores. As if that wasn't humiliating enough he was also failing the class, not for lack of trying. Devin just wasn't athletic or well coordinated for that matter. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't improve enough to pass the class. So shortly before grades were due he hatched a plan to march into Coach's office and beg him to give me a passing grade. Devin waited until the end of the school day and everyone had left the locker room for the day before he made way through the labyrinth of lockers to his office. He had even changed into a workout uniform, he had dug out an old pair of gym shorts which he hoped showed off my small but perky butt. He even wore one of my brothers' old jockstraps. He wasn't about to let anything to chance and I wasn't above seducing Coach. Coach Demir was a sight to behold. He was the wet dream of men, women, and students alike. He was built like a defensive linebacker. He was 6'4, 250 pounds of pure muscle, he had huge arms and huge tree trunk legs. His arms and legs were covered in wiry black brown hair. Rumour had it that the only parts of his body not covered in fur were his shoulders, upper back, and head. His usual uniform of a tank top and shorts lend some credence to that rumor. He had a well maintained beard and shaved head. No one ever attempted to make fun of the fact that he wore short shorts. Well at least to his face. Or the large package barely contained by his shorts. Devin knocked on the door to his office and waited for his gruff voice letting him know to come in. Coach was hunched over his computer monitor entering something from the notebook he always carried. "Matthews! What do you want?" he barked. "Sir, I was hoping to talk to you about my grade" he said looking down at his feet. Devin always felt equal parts intimidated, awed, and turned on by Coach. "You're failing P.E. What about it?" he blurted out. Devin winced. Coach didn't mince words. "Well I was hoping that there was something I could do to raise my grade...maybe tutor one of your baseball guys" Devin said hesitantly. Last year Coach had given him extra credit for tutoring some of the guys on the baseball team. "That ain't working this year boy. My baseball guys this year aren't a bunch of knuckleheads" he beamed. This was not going the way Devin had hoped so he decided to kick it up a notch. Devin crossed the room and sat on Coach's desk and crossed his legs to raise the already short shorts and show off the straps of the jockstrap. Devin had practiced that move in his room many times until he perfected it. "Coach...sir" Devin whispered, "there must be something I can do to pass your class. I'm willing to do anything". Putting emphasis on "anything" to show him how serious he was about passing his class. Coach got up from the chair, not once breaking eye contact with Devin. Devin burned under his steely brown eyes and couldn't read Coach's emotions. He felt tempted to brush his thin reedy body up against his bulking imposing frame. "Strip" he muttered. Devin was hypnotized by Coach's command and hesitated to follow through. "I thought you were willing to do anything to bring up your grade. Strip! I said" Coach barked. While the hypnotizing spell had not yet broken Devin took off my shirt and shorts. He started to take off the tattered jockstrap when he stopped me. "From now on you will obey every command I give you without question" he growled. "Do you understand?" "Yes Coach" he squeeked. Coach also undressed. First his shirt, running his massive paws over his fur covered pectorals and down the equally furry and firm stomach. His quarter sized brown nipples looked so inviting surrounded by the swirls of chest hair. He removed his shorts next. His pristine white jockstrap barely contained a large bulge. It framed his equally large muscular thighs, while not as hairy as the rest of his upper body, his legs were covered in a dusting of blackish brown hair. "Get on your knees and kneel in front of me, Matthews!" he demanded. Devin hit the ground so hard and winced at the pain. "Good boy, now sniff here" he said pointing at the right side of his bulge. Devin moved in closer and inhaled the scent from where his leg and crotch meet. He inhaled deeply, my head swimming with the scent of man musk. Coach had been outside all day in 80 degree weather. Certainly working up a sweat. And the mixture was intoxicating. "Now switch to the left side" he said. Devin repeated the process. Again the smell went straight to his balls. Electrifying and arousing him. Devin's own dick straining the front of the jockstrap. He lowered my hand down into the inside of the jockstrap as he kept my nose buried in Coach's crotch. "You don't touch yourself unless I tell you too" he hissed. This time kicking Devin's hand away from his crotch. "Better yet hands behind your back" he added. Devin clasped them behind him. He moved his junk over the elastic of the jockstrap and let it flop in front of Devin's face and got the first view of his magnificent package. He was probably at least 8 inches long, built like a bullet, slick at the tip and flared to the base. Devin was mesmerized by the fact that Coach was uncut and half the head was concealed by his foreskin. His head was slick with precum and a bead formed at the tip, threatening to spill over. Devin licked his lips hoping to taste everything that coach could offer. "Suckle the tip" Coach said, cupping the back of Devin's head. He instinctively wrapped my lips around his head and swirled his tongue around it. Devin could taste some of the wonderful juices that had gathered over the day. "Use your tongue to clean under my foreskin" Coach urged Devin on. He hesitantly used his tongue under the foreskin, being cut Devin wasn't used to seeing let alone playing with foreskin. Soon Devin lost himself in the sensations suckling Coach's dick. "Look at me" Coach said and Devin locked eyes with him. His black orbs entranced Devin. Kept him fixated. "Do my balls now" Coach added. Devin scrambled to get a better angle and bathed each ball with his tongue. Both testicles were built large enough to match his size. Devin was tempted to go lower into Coach's taint and asshole but decided that was pushing it. Coach maneuvered him easily towards the desk, moving him like I'm a ragdoll. "Suck" he exclaims, only needing one word to convey his meaning. He reaches toward his chair and pulls the seat cushion off and fixes it behind Devin's head. Devin continued sucking Coach's dick, trying to stuff as much as he could down his throat. He gets about halfway down before he gags. Coach grabs the back of Devin's head and utters, "Keep your mouth open and mind your teeth. Breathe through your nose". He begins to follow his instructions before he begins to throatfuck his face. Devin becomes a fleshlight for Coach's pleasure and allows Coach to use his throat. His deep thrusts bang Devin's head against the desk but the cushion muffles the blow. He know don't how much time passes before Coach begins to slow down and bellows, "Fuck....fuckkkk...fuck. Swallow this nut!". Coach eases up just enough as his dick expands in Devin's throat and mouth as he blasts me with what feels like 9 or 10 copious spurts of his cum. Coach slowly withdraws his deflating cock from Devin's throat and gets to taste the remnants of Coach's load. Coach's cock doesn't fully deflate and remains semi-hard so Devin continues to suckle the head until Coach pushes me off. Coach falls back on his desk chair splayed out. A fine sheet of sweat covers his body. When he recovers his senses he looks down at Devin and smirks. "You have one fine mouth on you" he chuckles. He motions Devin to sit on his lap. Devin's respectable 5.5 incher pokes Coach on the side of his stomach. He flicks at it with his fingers, the pain making Devin hiss. With his giant paw he runs a hand down Devin's chest to his crotch. Coach cups the balls and dick with his hand before continuing his exploration down into Devin's taint before arriving at his hole. He doesn't penetrate Devin's hole but instead uses the pads of his fingers to trace circles around the rim. "This hole cherry, Matthews" he murmurs in Devin's ear. "Sort of" he shyly responds. "Sort of isn't an answer Matthews. You either been fucked or you haven't" Coach says as he penetrates his hole with one thick finger. Devin moans and respond "I haven't been fucked but I shoved things up in my hole". For the last three years he's been experimenting with vegetables, brush handles, even a shampoo bottle. Anything he can manage to shove up my ass. Coach chuckles, a deep throaty chuckle that turns Devin on. "Okay about your grade. Meet me Friday after school up by the boy's soccer field. Then we'll talk". He pushes Devin off him and guides him to the door, handing Devin his discarded clothes. Once he's out the door he slams it shut. Devin walks away left feeling confused, turned on, and uncertain. He quickly dresses before walking any further into the locker room. As he exits he stops to look at himself in the mirror. Devin's hair is a mess. His lips are swollen and red. Neck and jaw are covered in throat slime. He can't help but smirk as he exits the locker room - Devin spends the next three days reliving the events of Tuesday. He can't help jacking off and fingering his hole thinking of the taste, feel, and smell of Coach's dick and balls. Or his hairy, muscular, sweaty body against his. When Friday finally came, Devin could barely concentrate on my classes. He kept wondering what Coach had in mind. During Phys Ed class Coach ignored Devin all period. The more he ignored me the more turned on Devin became. At the end of class he passed by Devin's locker as he changed and quietly said "Don't forget to meet me at the boys soccer field at 3pm". Coach sauntered away knowing that Devin was leaking precum and was hard as a brick. As soon as the last bell rang Devin ran over to the boys soccer field. The field was on the opposite end of our campus but also abutted the local park reserve. That must have been the reason why Coach chose that area for our next meet up. Devin made his way in record time and still had minutes to spare before Coach came roaring in his jeep. "Strip" Coach said, as he opened the door for Devin. He followed Coach's orders and stripped down to the tattered jockstrap. "Hop in and leave your clothes there," he added. When he hesitated, Coach barked, "C'mon Matthews you agreed that you would follow my orders". Devin climbed into his jeep. He chucked off his shorts, freeballing his large hog of a dick pointed straight up. "Suck", he ordered as he placed a hand behind Devin's head. Moving Devin closer to his cock, he lapped up the precum that had gathered at the tip before his hand forced him down to the base. Devin breathed through his nose and massaged as best as he could his massive shaft with his tongue Coach drove to whatever destination he had in mind, deeper into the preserve as Devin continued to deepthroat his dick. After 10 minutes of driving through some bumpy terrain. Coach stopped the Jeep and ordered him to get out. "Hands on the hood, Matthews" he barked as they exited the Jeep. Devin quickly scrambled out of the vehicle to obey Coach's orders. The hood gave off heat but Devin was a bitch in heat too for Coach. Coach spread Devin's legs further with a kick and squatted down in front of his ass. With his massive hands he spreads Devin's cheeks apart and dives in. His beard tickles. Devin can't help but moan as he tongues his hole deeply. He probes Devin's hole with his tongue before adding two fingers. Satisfied that the hole can take more, he adds a third finger. He gets up and spits on his dick a few times, spreading his spit up and down his shaft. Coach lines up his cock with Devin' hole and sinks it in. Devin is able to take about half of Coach's cock before it starts to hurt. Without pulling out, Coach reaches into his discarded shorts and pulls out a brown bottle, unscrews it, and shoves it under my nose. "Inhale" he gruffly commands me. Devin take a deep breath inhaling the vapors emanating from the small bottle. After a few seconds he moves the bottle to my other nostril and commands me to inhale again. He repeats the motion several times. Devin's head is swimming from whatever I inhaled. His body tingles and feels warm to the touch and his hole opens up to receive Coach. He begins to enjoy the anal assault and focus on the sounds that flesh on flesh make. The warm spring sun on his back. Coach's hairy, sweaty chest. Coach's balls slapping his taint. He's overwhelmed with all the senses and begins to feel like he's about to piss myself and lets Coach know. Coach chuckles, grips Devin's waist harder, and continues to piston fuck until he lets out a guttural moan. Devin feels Coach's cock grow in thickness before blasting his insides with copious cum. He slows his pace to a lazy stroke until he fully deflates and exits with a wet squelch. "You did a good job, Matthews" Coach says. "No clean up your mess" he adds pointing down to his cum and anal juice covered cock. Devin cleans him with his cock. "I'll raise your grade up but everyday after school you will come to get trained by me. No excuses" Coach states when he's satisfied with Devin's clean up. Devin agrees without a second though. "Good, meet me at the locker room on Monday" he says jumping back onto his jeep and leaving Devin there naked, sweaty, horny, and ready for more. True to his word, Coach trained Devin with the remaining weeks of the school year. Under his tutelage Devin quickly gained 20 pounds of muscle, shed his remaining baby fat, and learned to please a man, like Coach. Coach made sure to train him in the bedroom. Devin quickly learned to drink Coach's piss, enjoy having his nipples and balls tortured, take Coach's gargantuan fists, and lock his useless cock in chastity. The highlight of his summer training though was when Coach whored him out to some of his buddies at a bathhouse the night before he left for college. Devin continued to maintain his training in the weight room and in the bedroom, or alley, or, sling, or bathroom. Anything to be the best himbo slut for Coach. |
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